The high life could be quite an unpredictable domain. One minute it was enthralling, enchanting...the next, vengeful. Such was the life of young Delilah. The only daughter to a high powered and money grubbing CEO in the music industry for a father...he meant well, but the industry was brutal and the money, intoxicating. Her mother, a truly charming born and raised southern belle. However, the lifestyle had slowly driven her to drinking, pill popping, and an obsessively large collection of antique hat pins.

Delilah grew up as one would imagine under these circumstances. She did moderately well in school, excelling especially in writing, and was classically trained in ballet. She was privileged, yet still had an innocent and yearning glint in her eye. That was, until she met her Love. Her love for her was as beautiful was it was dangerous...his aloof, and egomaniacal leanings were not outweighed by his charm. He, a young executive, working his way up the ladder as well, did not however, get along with her father. This started the stirring of the darker side of Delilah.
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Nobody ever spoke of who caused her fathers death, a gunshot wound to the head. Or why her Love left town without a word. While Delilah's mother spent the days since the death comforting herself with wine and Klonopin, Delilah, who had nearly been radiating love and light just weeks before, now just sat in darkness. Slipping into a deeper part of her soul, thinking in riddles and poems. This world that had once been a guardian, protection the delicate timbre that was her soul...it was now a prison.

She reached her breaking point one night, the bottle of her mother's Cristal might have had something to do with it, no doubt. She had been reading a letter she had written to her love...but never sent. It was one of many. She grabbed them, then slinked past her mother's room, where she could hear faint noises...perhaps chatter, or television. Fumbling to pack a few other items in her purse, she then left, speeding off into the night.

The alcohol fueled dramatics brought her to a bridge where she and her love had spent dusk til dawn, talking, singing, laughing, staring at the glittering city light. Now, lying forlornly against the cold metal of the beams..her gaze was only down into the ice cold river below.

A razorblade kiss to the left wrist, and a dive into the river, this ended the first chapter of Delilah's young life. No, she did not die. She still has that young, innocent and yearning glint inside of her. But now she languishes, a new city, a new beginning...hoping to forget the past. Though, her life is now dancing through space like shadow and light. It is a photo negative.

**I am fairly new to Modern, Urban an non-fantasy RP so I might take some time to adjust. I look forward to it.**