Normal Girl
DELILAH
I want to hate him.
I’ve wanted to hate him… from the moment I laid eyes on him. I somehow sensed that he was different, that he held the secret to something special. And it terrified me.
It still does…. because he’s already under my skin, and it’s been less than two weeks since he’s been back. My defense mechanisms really did kick in; I can honestly say that I tried. But he’s made his way under there, and now I just want him out.
And this… this is the only way that I know how to do it. By flying back to San Francisco as fast as a 751 will take me.
Melanie’s and my one-way trip to back to the West Coast somehow takes forever, and in place of nerves, all I feel is numbness, a dull disorienting sensation that works its way from my core and to my tingling limbs. When
