08-09-2018, 08:33 PM
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DELILAH EVERGARDEN
trans femme ♥ tanglewood ♥ 15 m/o
[W]iskerDELILAH EVERGARDEN
trans femme ♥ tanglewood ♥ 15 m/o
[div style="background-color:#F0B1DB;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] [member=37]MALPHAS[/member]
Delilah, to be honest, was a complete mess. Even though Cavalrychoir came to join Tanglewood, that still didn't fix everything. She thought that if she saw him again, touched him, she'd feel better. But that wasn't the case. She only felt worse, and the memories of her past that lingered in the shadows of her conscious now, haunted her every second of every day.
Delilah couldn't ever be alone anymore, for the fear that the voices in her head would wreak havoc on her mental health even more than they already did, still lingered. She was weak, fragile. But she couldn't fix that. She was depressed, suffering from too many things to count. She knew that she had PTSD, she knew she had Anxiety. But one would have never thought that such a pretty, kind girl would be depressed.
People usually looked at her in awe, with the cherry blossoms that constantly flowed from her pelt to mark wherever she went. She couldn't control the blossoms, and they only increased more when she was anxious. She usually woke up in a pile of them, it was truly a mess to clean by the time she had fully awoken from her unstable sleeping.
Speaking of unstable, Delilah knew that she was unstable. Malphas had offered anti-depressants, and despite how rude he was to her before she tried to drown herself, she just couldn't stop the thought process that went through her head constantly. She did something wrong? God, she could kill herself easily that night. She had a panic attack? Die. Everything seemed to be solved by death, by suicide to be exact. Maybe she could hire someone to kill her?
No, Cavalrychoir would be left alone, then. She knew how he was about her leaving him alone, leaving him behind. He sought desperately after her, his affectionate nudges merely comforting her for the times being. But he didn't love her, and if he did, she didn't deserve him. She didn't deserve love. She was a monster. She knew that. 'He' used to tell her that, he used to call her useless.
Delilah snapped out of her daze, walking close to where she knew all of the medics stayed. She didn't need to come see him at his house, did she? She was.. Scared of talking to him in his house. So many things could happen, but then again, if she died, who would care?
Signalling her arrival with a soft mew, Delilah limped her way into the room meant for the doctors and nurses. She favored her back left leg, mangled and twisted in an awkward angle. God, Cavalrychoir looked like he was about to kill someone when he saw her leg. But, as she told him once before, she was clumsy. Getting caught in that cage was her fault. But, deep down, she just wished that she could have been left there. Talia wouldn't have let that happen, though.
Delilah, to be honest, was a complete mess. Even though Cavalrychoir came to join Tanglewood, that still didn't fix everything. She thought that if she saw him again, touched him, she'd feel better. But that wasn't the case. She only felt worse, and the memories of her past that lingered in the shadows of her conscious now, haunted her every second of every day.
Delilah couldn't ever be alone anymore, for the fear that the voices in her head would wreak havoc on her mental health even more than they already did, still lingered. She was weak, fragile. But she couldn't fix that. She was depressed, suffering from too many things to count. She knew that she had PTSD, she knew she had Anxiety. But one would have never thought that such a pretty, kind girl would be depressed.
People usually looked at her in awe, with the cherry blossoms that constantly flowed from her pelt to mark wherever she went. She couldn't control the blossoms, and they only increased more when she was anxious. She usually woke up in a pile of them, it was truly a mess to clean by the time she had fully awoken from her unstable sleeping.
Speaking of unstable, Delilah knew that she was unstable. Malphas had offered anti-depressants, and despite how rude he was to her before she tried to drown herself, she just couldn't stop the thought process that went through her head constantly. She did something wrong? God, she could kill herself easily that night. She had a panic attack? Die. Everything seemed to be solved by death, by suicide to be exact. Maybe she could hire someone to kill her?
No, Cavalrychoir would be left alone, then. She knew how he was about her leaving him alone, leaving him behind. He sought desperately after her, his affectionate nudges merely comforting her for the times being. But he didn't love her, and if he did, she didn't deserve him. She didn't deserve love. She was a monster. She knew that. 'He' used to tell her that, he used to call her useless.
Delilah snapped out of her daze, walking close to where she knew all of the medics stayed. She didn't need to come see him at his house, did she? She was.. Scared of talking to him in his house. So many things could happen, but then again, if she died, who would care?
Signalling her arrival with a soft mew, Delilah limped her way into the room meant for the doctors and nurses. She favored her back left leg, mangled and twisted in an awkward angle. God, Cavalrychoir looked like he was about to kill someone when he saw her leg. But, as she told him once before, she was clumsy. Getting caught in that cage was her fault. But, deep down, she just wished that she could have been left there. Talia wouldn't have let that happen, though.