Delilah was becoming paranoid. Now she was positive she heard falling branches and another voice. All she wanted to do was go back to the cheerful, carefree skipping girl she was just a few minutes ago. She quickened her pace a little and stopped her singing. She grew tired of repeating such a short song over and over, if only a new one would pop into her head for her to sing.
She sung her hair over one should and began fiddling with the ends; a nervous habit of hers. She kept an eye out for anyone at all, but she was currently unsuccessful. There wasn't a single soul and besides the fact that Delilah was bored, being the paranoid person that she was, she was almost getting scared. Almost.
She sung her hair over one should and began fiddling with the ends; a nervous habit of hers. She kept an eye out for anyone at all, but she was currently unsuccessful. There wasn't a single soul and besides the fact that Delilah was bored, being the paranoid person that she was, she was almost getting scared. Almost.