Delirium

Sometimes Delirium had good days. Sometimes she had bad days. On the bad days she would find ways to amuse herself. She would distance herself from the children. She would take time away and she would be herself. She would be Insanity. Usually on those days she would just taunt Danica or play by herself or make insane ice cream. But not today. Today, Delirium had something else in mind.

Suits. Ess-you-eye-tea-ess. And in particular stuffy, sexy, slinky suits. Suits with lots of S words to describe them. Suits with style. Suits that belonged to one Stephen Colbert.

It wasn't that she didn't like Stephen's suits. She did. However she liked Stephen's suits a lot more when they were not on him and when he was in fact naked like he was supposed to be. But there was another S word that stopped him, the one Lucy invented which meant everyone felt awkward naked- Shame. Humans felt Shame when naked. And she didn't think Stephen had anything to be ashamed about. She wanted him to be happy and more importantly she wanted to have fun.

And if that meant making him take off his clothes then that was what she would do.

Obtaining the items in question wasn't hard. In fact all it took was two trips downstairs to the basement when she checked on the twins sleeping beside Asher's bed and making sure she hid the evidence out of sight when anyone came close. Now that she had the suits, all she had to do was leave the note when she took the twins upstairs.

The note simply read:

wE HaVE yOUR suITS bRing US ONe UniCOrn, tHe HaiR fROM the HEAD OF an iSLAND breAKFAST cHEF, tWO pinEAppLES And A ChOCOLate CAKe. OR THE SUITS GET IT.
dO nOT go TO THe POLIcE oR MAkE ANy conTACT witH THem. WE wiLL coNTACT yoU AgAin sOON.

Delirium had almost believed them when they told her it would get better, when they told her that it was just part of being human- but everyday it got worse, everyday she forgot a little bit more. When she looked at her doggies she struggled to remember their names or where she was until she remembered and when she remembered it felt worse, like she had been hurt all over again.

She felt too tired to get up. She didn’t want to eat or drink and when they saw her they made her eat or drink and then they left her again and she was alone. Jack had told her to push them away but that hadn’t helped, pretending hadn’t helped either and nothing made it better. It just hurt, hurt all over until she could barely breathe or think about anything else but leaving it all behind.

Delirium had found the bottle sometime in the night and she had drunk it all. It had made her feel better for a while, it had made her forget but in the morning she remembered it all. She remembered his soft hands on her face, the way he kissed her and held her. The way that he had loved her. She felt sick.

Delirium ran into the bathroom, retching into the sink, tears streaming down her face. The shock of her pale face in the mirror startled her and she stared, stared past the mirror at her sister. Her sisters. Desire wasn't happy just playing with Dream's life she had to interfere in hers. She could almost hear them- their cruel laughter. "I hate you, I hate you!" Delirium said throwing the bottle at the mirror, smashing the bottle into pieces.

Delirium stared at the broken shards of the bottle and laughed hysterically. Each edge broken and jagged; left empty and alone with no purpose. Just like her. Delirium picked up a large piece of the glass, ignoring it biting into her fingertips causing red trickles to run down her hands. Blood red, like her hair. Delirium stared at it unknowingly, blinking back tears as they ran down her face.

Delirium placed the shard into the sink and drew an unsteady swirl onto the mirror in her blood. Delirium heard Barnabas's barks and picked up the shard, rushing to the door and pushing her weight against it. "It's okay Barnabas, I'm going home. I'm ready now," Delirium said, her breath coming in short breaths as she leaned against the door. Barnabas threw his weight against the door, howling at her.

Sobbing Delirium took the shard of glass and ran it down her wrists, watching the blood rush to the surface. She attempted to try the other one but found herself unable; Delirium lay down in front of the door beginning to feel tired. Delirium felt her weight shift as the door pushed open and someone began to try to help her. Delirium closed her eyes and smiled at the sound of wings.

"Hello sister," Delirium whispered happily.

Continued from the Party
( Slipping out of the party... )

She had the radio on, out of habbit, the slightly buzzing static grating on her nerves but she didn't move from her bed. She hadn't seen Pintel for days and Ragetti had been suspiciously quiet as of late, the treehouse was empty except for herself and Barnabas. Delirium rolled over, pulling the blue nightshirt down and stared at the ceiling.

"This is an emergency broadcast," The radio stated, switching quickly from pleasant white noise to the sound of a child. Delirium sat up quickly, she recognised the voice before she heard his name. "This is Klaus Baudelaire, Island Council representative, issuing an island-wide ALERT. We are under attack. Please STAY IN YOUR HOMES until help can arrive. If you-"

Klaus's voice was cut off by a series of screams and noises in the far background. A rush of adrenalin filled her as she pulled on her shoes and grabbed her jumper. She had to find them; Samara, Ragetti, her mortals. She couldn't stay there, it wasn't safe and Samara was only little. "Barnabas!" Delirium yelled, grabbing a jumper as she ran out her room and out of the treehouse. She had to find them, they weren't immortal. She had to find them.

The radio continued the broadcast, unaware it was no longer being listened to.

"Do not try to come to the Compound. The Compound is not safe. New Atlantis may be sound, it has a shield. If- Oh GOD. Oh my God, I think there's something in the caves. There's something in the caves, I can hear scratching-"

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( Lucy on the beach with Insanity )

He was holding onto her waist, tightly and saying that this was possibly a stupid idea. But Delirium didn't care because she could feel him hot and hard and demanding beneath her. He tilted his head to kiss her, the angle painful but good and the kiss was hard.

She mover her head and body slightly so she could get a better grasp of him. He wasn't like Ragetti, he knew his way around a woman. Turning her whole body so she was facing him, her knees pressed into the sand, she kissed him just as hard back.