Letters To Alex

Delilah sat up idly in her hospital bed, staring out the window. Down on the road, cars sped by. The stars were shining, but not as bright as all the light from the city. Her room was very high, on floor 12.

"How stupid of them," She mumbled to herself with a laugh, "Who puts a patient on suicide watch on the 12th floor of a hospital? If I really wanted to be dead, I would be already."

The windows probably didn't open anyway, but she still found it stupid. Anyone in this room that really wanted to get out that window would find a way, or die trying.

Another nurse had walked in, probably the night shift nurse, with a tray of food.

"Oh goodie!" Delilah cheered sardonically, to which the nurse smiled. "More trash on a plate. I can't wait until you take the lid off the top so the rancid smell wafts into my nose, and I get to swallow my throw up for the third time today." She smiled widely, and the nurse's smile faded into a disgusted frown.

She wasn't very good at reading sarcasm.

"Hey now," Delilah laughed while putting her hands up, "You can't blame me, you walked straight into that one. It's not my fault you can't read sarcasm."

The nurse rolled her eyes. She took the tray from her cart, and put it on the lowered eating tray attached to Delilah's bed. She then snapped off the plastic lid.

"Ah, there it is. The stench." Delilah smiled again. "My throw up should be following soon."

"It's dinner time, Reynolds." She said flatly with a sigh.

"My name's Roberts."

"Okay, Roberts, Reynolds, whatever your name is. It's dinner time." She nurse popped her gum.

Delilah instantly began to think of Kylie, one of her old high school friends. Her last name was Reynolds. They always ended up in the same homeroom every year, since their last names both begin with 'R.'

She began to think about several of their memories together, from one time during sophomore year when Kylie blurted out that Delilah had liked Alex at their lunch table, to during Kylie's first year of college when they got into a fight because Kylie had asked Cassadee to drive her down to her university and help her pack instead of asking Delilah. Many other memories came back as well, such as when Kylie had begged Delilah to share all the details of when her and Alex had sex the first time on their winter break trip to New York City.

All these memories kept coming back. And Delilah did not like it one bit. It made her angry.

"I said my fucking name is Roberts. Roberts comma Delilah." She almost growled, clenching her fist. If there was one thing Delilah didn't have the patience for, it would be people who didn't listen.

"And I'm not hungry."

"That's nice sweetheart. It says here you haven't eaten all day." The nurse replied in an annoyed tone.

"Does it also say there that you're an asshole?" Delilah asked. She didn't intend being rude from the start, but that nurse was really pushing her buttons. She wasn't listening to her at all.

"Ha ha, clever." The nurse said, rolling her eyes. "You need to eat now."

"Said I'm not hungry."

"Mmmk, you really need to eat now because-" The nurse began rudely, only for Delilah to cut her off.

"I'm not fucking hungry!" Delilah screamed, before throwing the plastic tray to the ground. It shattered in pieces, and the food instantly scattered across the floor.

"You want me to call psyche?!" The nurse yelled with her hands on her hips.

"I want you to fuckin' leave." Delilah replied quietly with a clenched jaw, tapping her fingers on the flip down table in front of her.

The nurse narrowed her eyes at her. "You're lucky I'm not in the mood for filling out paperwork tonight."

"Lucky me."

"You know once I tell them you're not eating, they'll go back to an IV and food through the tube again." The nurse retorted, trying to make Delilah feel bad. It wasn't working.

"Good, then I'll have the feeling of something running through my veins." Delilah grinned, gripping on the bed sheet. "They hook IV's up to your veins, don't they?"

The nurse shook her head in disgust. "Fucking junkie. You're seriously FUCKED." She began to walk out the room.

"I'd rather be a fuckin' junkie than a BITCH!" Delilah screamed after her. "FUCK YOU!"

Nobody ever came back to clean up the food from the floor.

Notes

well this is a really short chapter, kind of filler aka not really needed but whateveer
i was going to end this totally different and add more but idk i like this better?? idk
but yes delilah is fuckin sassy isn't she?? ive realized i haven't developed her character besides from the things she says about herself, and the fact that shes really codependent and sad af rn. she's still a person with her own character that i have to develop more, and i will most certainly work on doing so.
but she's miserable in the hospital, so that's that
next chapter will be alex, following one will be delilah (i hope)
thanks for reading!!
ALSO i got new subs yay thank u omg sub some more and i love comments mmmk byeeee