six feet under the stars

Delilah burst open the door. No real reason why. She just said she needed to have a dramatic moment in her life. She dragged me into our room. Once again for no reason I would have followed her.
"ok. So you know how you only brought a back pack with clothing here?" She was practically jumping by now. I nodded I bit scared." And you know how you don't know my last name?" I nodded these where really random questions. "Well its gates..." I looked at her oddly like the name was supposed to mean something. " like bill gates hidden daughter." My eyes widened. This girl chose to live with an unsuccessful band member and my sister when she's worth 72 billion dollars. "A bit of a shock I know. but the reason I told you is that what you're about to see. It's not a mall. Its my closet." She opened the French doors that led to the closet. Behind a rack of clothing there was a key pad that she entered a number into. The back was opened up and I swear if it weren't for the fact that there where no people I would have sworn it was a mall. She took me to a room that only had band shirts. She pulled out one that came over my boobs then became long strands of fabric. It said Andy black. Then we walked into a different one that had skinny jeans. She threw me a pair of ripped black ones. Finally we went into a room with shoes. She grabbed black ankle boots and put them on top of stack. We left and she closed the doors.

I am not one to brag but damn I looked good. I went to show Delilah. But Delilah was so much better. Her hair was in a straight line. Her legs where covered by tighter than mine black jeans. And her shirt was long and covered her butt. It was an older black veil brides tee. her arms clad in countless different band bracelets. "Hey black star. You look gorgeous. But your missing something." She pulled out a drawer and let me look. It was a ton of bracelets. I picked out a few And then I felt something tug on my hair. Delilah was flat ironing the mess I called hair. She was doing it successfully to.

When we got to the concert it was an hour early. Delilah introduced me to the rest of the band. I was lucky I didn't pass out from lack of air. I asked Delilah what the feeling was. She told me it was fan girling while laughing. She seemed at home in this environment. Hanging around bands and laughing at them as they did terrible sound checks.

There was a band there that neither of us knew. The relapse symphony. Delilah was totally in love with the lead singer. Delilah Andy and I where sitting on the barricade for their sound check. They sounded amazing. At the end they played hey there Delilah. Which Delilah probably had heard a gazillion times. "He's perfect. He even looks like an angel." She sighed. This was a side even andy didn't know.

"no he isn't." Andy looked confused.
"Oh is poor andy jealous that Delilah is in love." She said mockingly
"hes a younger me. He looks exactly like a younger me."
"damn wish I knew you when you where younger. You got less pretty." I laughed at her. But she was serious. I wish I knew that back then.
The concert made me feel like something for the first time in a long time. My phone buzzed several times that night. I didn't want to look. I didn't need a negative response on this night. I wish I did look though.
When the concert ended Delilah pulled me out. She ran fast weaving in and out of the crowd. Suddenly we where out on a concrete stair case in the cool November night air. She climbed the railing up just one little base and spread out her arms. She looked up. I followed and saw the most brilliant sky I ever could have thought."take a deep breath and watch the world burn black star. Cause its about to be lit." She smiled as the boys came out. She took brets hand and pulled him away.
I was eventually left alone with andy. "She means well. Remember that when she's worth leaving. The rest of the world just lives on. She watches it burn."

"why does she keep saying it is burning?" I asked
"when the world falls apart around You, you start see it a different way."
"I know. I've had it fall apart."
"really?"
"Yeah." And before I knew it, I was telling him everything from the accident to my father's coma.
"It sounds like Delilah is gonna fix you. But you know, I may have to fix you first." He was at my level now. I looked down. He wrapped his arms around me. I sobbed. My phone buzzed again. I looked up. It buzzed again. He leaned in so did I. It buzzed again. Our lips collided. I wish it would stop. We separated. I smiled.
I checked my phone. Twelve different texts came. Be fore I opened them up a million different reasons ran through my mind. Delilah was being killed. Justin died. Wendy was in an accident. Father woke up. my mom escaped. My brother was caught. The world was Burning now. The reality, that was so much worse.

The whole world seemed darker after just one. After twelve, it was black. I was Almost a burned out star now. I should have waited till home to look. But they may have made it worse.

Notes

So shout out to forgetful insomniacs for the titles and all of her/his support. I look forward to your comments!