Uncertain

31-Back in prison

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Moldy walls, tired faces, uniforms, gossips, laughs and stares. Those were the definition of school, and the first things I saw when I walked through the double doors into that prison.

I had promised, I had promised to Angel that I would go to school, because at least I was still able to do that. Angel wanted to do that too, and she would've probably given anything to go to school and have a normal life. So, I couldn't, as much I didn't want to go to school, I couldn't break that one simple promise.

And I took her with me.

I had a tiny picture of her inside my backpack, and I knew that at least a part of her was that way there with me. That way I wasn't all alone, even though I had no one inside that school. I was lonely, all alone, but I still got all the attention from everyone, they watched my every step and they pretty surely talked about me.

"Delilah?"

I turned my gaze towards Finn.

He looked pretty surprised that I was standing in front of him, right in the middle of the school, but I would be lying if I had said that a smile didn't appear on his lips. He didn't even waste another second before he gave me a big hug and placed his hands on my shoulders.

"I love that new hair." Finn spoke, his eyes following my dark brown hair. "You dyed it?"

"I'm literally bald." I shook my head. "This is a wig."

Finn placed his hand on top of his mouth, as a shocked look fell on his face. He looked so uncertain about what to say next, or how to even look at my blank face. The dimples on his cheek's vanished quickly, and his lips formed a thin line.

"I'm... sorry?" He finally spoke silently, kind of with a questioning tone.

"It's fine."

Finn gave me a sad smile, and placed his other hand behind my back, kind of leading me forward.

Our direction was clearly the student's break room, where I had spent many of my previous school days. It was a place where Hazel, Connor, Veronica, Melody, Nolan, Elizabeth, Kevin and I, the original friend group, had talked, and laughed about everything and everyone.

To be honest, it did hurt a little to see Hazel, Connor, Veronica and Betty, along with Harper, the girl I didn't know that much, in that same room, on that same couch. Melody was gone, so was Nolan, and Kevin, luckily. None of them were there. Then Harper, she was there, taking the space of all of those missing people. The group had changed, and so had the people around it.

"Look who I found wondering in the corridors."

One by one, the teenagers turned their gazes towards Finn and I, and on that moment, Finn's hand on my shoulder was probably the only thing preventing me from running away.

Sometimes people grow apart, and I think that it was the thing between us that was making everything two times more awkward. My friends weren't the same people than when they were 14, I wasn't the same person either. I was still a kid, but I wasn't as child as two years ago, and so weren't they.

Hazel, the girl who had been my best friend only two years ago, the girl who always had crimped hair, and braces on her teeth, and who was always wearing her oldest sister's oversized and wrinkled clothes. That girl who sent stupid and childish memes to me every day, and whose only goal was to be a prima ballerina. That girl cut her hair a little shorter, and now always curls it with a normal curling iron. That girl who never wore make-up, is now wearing make-up like she is going to a party every day. Her clothes are always at the height of fashion, and she never sends me a single message anymore. She still loves ballet, but she loves partying more.