Chapter 10: Don't You Forget About Me
I'm sitting in a hospital. There are doctors staring at me- oh wait, there's only one, I was just dizzy.
"Oh, finally. You're awake." The doctor said. "You've got friends here waiting for you. I'll send them in three at a time, okay?"
"Sure." Marco, Paige, and Spinner all come in, and it's obvious they've all been crying. I pick at my blanket, trying not to look at them.
"Hi," Paige says finally. "How're you doing?"
"Okay, I guess. I barely remember anything."
"Why'd you do it?" I snap my head up at Spinner's comment.
"I don't know."
"Delia... are you okay?"
"Does it look like I'm okay? Now that you've all asked questions, send in the next people, for my interrogation." They slip out, and Paige starts crying again. Emma, Chris, and Toby come in.
"Hi you guys."
"Delia! I was so worried."
"Emma, it's not that bad."
"Yes, it is, Delia! You could have DIED."
"Yea, but I didn't. And it SUCKS. I really don't want to see anyone right now, but everyone just keeps coming right on in! GAH."
"Okay, we'll leave. We're sorry to have bothered you." And they leave, and can hear Emma crying also. Ashley, Ellie, and Hazel come in and sit on the bed.
"Jeez, did everyone leave school or something? Is everyone here?"
"All of your friends, yea." Hazel says.
"Delia, you have really fucked it up now." Ellie comments.
"I know. EVERYTHING is my fault. I'm just fucking crazy. I just fucked everything over, haven't I?"
"No, of course not. I didn't mean it the way it came out. I meant that practically the whole school is out there crying, and they're dreadfully worried about you."
"Whoopdeedoo for them, then."
"Delia!" Ashley says, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"What? I'm just going to turn into my mother; my sister doesn't give a damn about me, all she cares about what color roses we should have for the wedding. What story does that tell you?"
"you don't need to try to kill yourself for attention, Delia."
"Just- go, okay? Just Go."
J.T. comes in, takes one look at me, and runs out of the room. I sigh as Craig walks in.
"Go away."
"Delia, we need to talk."
"Why? So you can call me a whore some more? Call me a slut?"
"No. You said something a few months ago, you said that I hit a sensitive emotion, that I'd never understand. What did you mean?"
"Nothing. I meant nothing." I roll over in my bed.
"It's your dad, isn't it."
"What?"
"I overheard Ellie and Hazel talking about it... Delia, I understand."
""I know about your dad, Craig. Everyone knows. I don't need yours or anyone else's sympathy. Now, tell me, Craig. Why did you get mad when I went out with J.T. instead of you?"
"Delia-"
"Were you jealous, Craig? Or were you mad? Mad that I turned you down and went out with someone you- well, you think is lower than you on your scale?"
"Please, Delia-"
"I know guys like you Craig. They think they're the shit, think they can never be turned down, think they're the gods of the world. And you're mad that I turned you down. You've never been turned down in your life, have you, Craig?"
Craig gets up and looks at me, tears welling up in his eyes. "Just remember this, Delia. I liked you first."
I turn over and ignore him.
"And I will do anything to get you back." And he leaves. I see my red notebook on the table next to me and grab it and a pen and start writing down lyrics to my favorite song from my favorite movie.
'I
Follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin
To live
Again?
One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could your love do for me
When will love be
Through with me
Why live life
From dream to dream
And dread the day
When dreaming
Ends
One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life
From dream to dream
And dread the day
When dreaming
Ends
One day
I'll fly away
Fly
Fly
Away'
And wait. For this all to be over.