There it was again, the slightly dull and tingly feeling
followed by a blast of pain that cannot be replicated. It was a mixture of physical contact and feeling the loss of
love. Together it creates a dangerous concoction that you wouldn’t even wish on
your worst enemy.
And what is the most horrendous part of it all?
Everything is only your fault. Every stinging degree of fire worthy pain is all
because of you. No one should have to feel this. No one should be shamed in
such a way. Especially not a girl by the name of Delilah Marie Jasper.
She was as sweet as they come. The only girl at her high
school not to laugh at cyber bullying or partake in more than questionable
pastimes outside of her schoolwork. Most of her days were spent reading. Any
material you put in front of her was immediately a book worthy of her
attention. No author was safe from her curious brown eyes or ever-growing
brain.
So this is the story of Delilah. It’s partially a story
of love and heartbreak, but most of all it’s the tale of a girl finding her way
through life.