Delirium Lauren Oliver Novels & Stories

And just as I screamed her name, and Olivia started to turn around, Delilah ran towards her and struck her at the back of her head. It was such a blunt force, and on the exact spot Olivia had been cut open for the brain surgery just months ago. Olivia fell flat, her head hitting the concrete floor hard and blood started to spread quickly. For a whole second, I couldn’t move, my eyes wide in horror at the scene, at Delilah now backing away, horrified at what she had done. Then her hands came up to her face, and she screamed! Her scream pushed my legs into motion, and I was out of the room and bounding down the stairs, bumping into walls and banisters as my body swayed, and my vision blurred,

Lucifer was too busy looking after Delilah (Aviva) to ask questions. “Hey…” “What?!.” Aviva (Delilah) replied sharply. “How long have you been awake?!!.” Lucifer asked. Aviva (Delilah) coughed, she struggled to sit upright. She refused help from Lucifer. “Four minutes of or ….” Delilah (Aviva) paused and thought for a while before she replied. “I don’t really know!.” “You okay?!.” Lucifer asked her. “Do I look okay?!.” Delilah ( Aviva) replied.

After checking her vitals and scribbling notes, Oliver turned toward me. “We’ll take samples and run some tests,” he said. Then lowered his voice. “Her eyes are glassy. And since you confessed she was exposed to drugs used for sexual performance enhancement…” He paused. His expression darkened. “She might be suffering withdrawal.” The words hit like a fist. He waited until we were alone. “Where exactly did you find her?” He asked carefully. “From what you described earlier, the attempt to jump, was probably pushed by drug-induced hallucinations.”

“Oliver! Call the driver! Get the car…NOW!” He came rushing, his face confused until he saw what was happening. Then he moved like lightning. --- The drive to the hospital was a blur. I cradled Delilah in my arms in the back seat while Oliver gave instructions to the driver, then called the hospital. My mind was spinning. I kept whispering her name, brushing the hair off her forehead. “Stay with me, baby. Please, stay with me…” Her breathing was shallow. I looked up at Oliver, who was checking his watch like time had betrayed us.

Shawn invited Oliver to drink because he was really having problems with Harah. "What's going on with you?" Oliver frowned when he asked Shawn. Oliver holds the wine in his right hand while sitting cross-legged. His left hand was down as he watched Shawn. Just now, Oliver saw Shawn get frustrated and you thought the sky and the earth had crashed. Back then, any problem with Shawn was just basic because he was a genius. Now he seems like a normal person, struggling and confused.

Then she dries her hair well on the towel. As she leaves the bathroom, she hears another deafening noise, like a thump or something being thrown hard to the floor. I wonder if she was hearing things. She had never heard that one of the effects of wine was hallucinations, and she was willing to bet that she was completely right. Frowning, Emanuele opened the bedroom door. Silence. Then she walked down the small hallway, leaning her ear against Joshua's door. Nothing either. Shrugging her shoulders, the girl went to the kitchen. Not wanting to cook at this hour, the redhead preferred to open one of the several buttery cookie jars. After she had eaten four of them, an even louder noise was hear