I Am Here.
Chapter 1: 'What have I done?'
“EVERYONE GET UP!! STAND OVER THERE!” Someone had entered Emily’s home, gun on hand. Emily and her family dropped their dinner forks and did as the thief ordered. “You! Pathetic bitch,” she said as she pointed her gun at Emily, “run as fast as you fucking can upstairs and grab all the cash you can possibly find. You have exactly one minute to do so or I blow a hole in all their precious, fucking heads” The thief intimidated while changing the direction of the gun to Emily’s mother, father, and her only 2 sisters, Andie and Raquel. “Got it?!”Emily understood and dashed upstairs with adrenaline pumping through her veins.
'I have to grab all the money I can. As much as I can possibly find she said.’ Emily ran to her room and grabbed the $100 that her grandma had given her for her birthday only several days before. ‘She’s counting down.' 45. 44. 43. 42… 'I have time.’ Emily ran to the phone in her parents’ bedroom and quickly dialed 911.
“Hello? What is your emergency?” “I have to talk quickly and then leave, but there is a lady in my house, gun in hand, threatening to murder my family if I don’t run downstairs and give her this money in the next…” 23. 22. 21. “…20 seconds. My address is 12345 23 Avenue North. Please come quickly!” 15.14.13… Emily dropped the phone and ran down the stairs at lightning speed. ‘All I have to do is round the corner and she will be able to see me and the money. Then she will leave me and my family alone.’ BANG!… BANG!BANG! BANG! “NOOOOOO!!” Emily screamed. She watched as her family fell to the floor into their own pools of crimson, red blood. ‘I have to get out of here.’ Emily threw the money and ran to the door, throwing it open and it making a dent in the wall. A quick, sharp pain in her side. She had gotten shot. Emily made contact with the warm, summer ground. She rolled over just in time to see the thief fling the door back and jump, with a branded pocket knife, straight at Emily. If it was a fight she wanted, it was a fight she was gonna get. Blood, bones snapping, screaming. So much screaming. Screaming.
Emily woke up screaming, comforted then by the white walls and white celling and that disgusting smell that comes with hospitals. Emily looked down. She was fine, just reliving that dreaded day, exactly a week ago. A few broken bones, many stitches, and 23 bruises covered her body from head to toe. Emily was getting out today. A lovely nurse is going to drive her home. Emily turned her head and saw all the bouquets of flowers her friends had given her, many accompanied by a ‘Get Well’ balloon. She will never be well, she felt so much pain. It hurt, not much her body anymore, but her heart. She had lost her family. They are dead.
“Emily dear,” the lovely nurse said with a slight sympathy smile as she saw the slight tears in Emily’s eyes, “I’m ready to take you home now.”
“Yes. Thanks again for offering to take me home. I’m just going to go to the bathroom really quick and then I’ll be ready. You said Sydney is coming to pick up my flowers and stuff then bring them to my house soon right?” Emily asked, wiping away the tears.
“Yes. She should arrive here soon after we leave. I’ll be waiting outside the door.” The nurse answered as she walked out the door. Emily walked to into her bathroom and starred at the mirror. Her scars from the fight where very much visible on her face with a few on her neck. Those scars didn't bother her; the ones that bothered her where the ones scattered across her face along with some newly formed acne. She hated her skin. Emily always wore makeup to cover them up, but the last week, she couldn't. This week took its toll on her face making Emily glance away at herself. She couldn't bear to look.
“Thank you again for the ride home.” Emily said with a fake smile as she stepped out of the nurse’s car and onto her driveway.
“No problem sweet heart. Remember to take those pills I gave you. It should help with the healing process.” The nurse said as she drove away. Emily entered the front door. Everything was cleaned up. It looked like nothing had happened. Like nothing had changed, but things had changed. Emily had changed. She used to be happy and smiling all the time. Now, she barely wants to speak. ‘You’re home now. You’re still just a miserable as you were in the hospital.” the little voice in the back of Emily’s head sneered. ‘You’re home now. You have the ability to do it. It’s just upstairs. You deserve it. You killed them. You did. YOU KILLED THEM!’ “NOOOOOO!” Emily screamed in a great sob just as she had a week ago. She ran upstairs and took her shaver and chucked it on the ground in desperation. It broke into many pieces with the blades still intact. Emily took one and quickly and forcefully dragged the blade across her wrists again, again, and again until 6 lines were spilling out blood and dripping on the white tile floor. ‘It didn’t work,’ the voice snickered, ‘try the other one.’ Emily was obedient and did the same to her other wrist making sure to cut deeper. ‘You! Pathetic bitch.’ the thief said in her head. ‘She’s right you know,’ the voice interrupted, ‘you are pathetic. You can’t even get satisfaction from cutting yourself. End it. End it now. You’re worthless now. Ugly. You saw yourself in that mirror. No one wants you. Now you've gone and cut yourself. No one wants a wreck like you. End it.’ Emily fell and started bawling. ‘Remember to take those pills I gave you. It should help with the healing process.’ the nurse’s voice rang in her head. Pills. Emily ran to her parent’s medicine cabinet and started swallowing as many pills as she could possibly get down at once. On her 12th orange bottle within 2 minutes, her IPod notified her in her pocket that people mentioned her on twitter. Emily didn’t care about Twitter. She didn’t care about anything. She threw her IPod, shattering the mirror as it fell to the floor. The impact caused the IPod to start playing the last song Emily had been listening to before the accident. “So hear my voice,” Emily fell down startled as the IPod continued to play, “Remind you not to bleed, I am here.” Her favorite band, The Black Veil Brides. Saviour, that’s the song. It’s about not giving up. That’s their main message in their songs. Emily loved them. She collapsed and bawled as the song still continued to play “Saviour will be there when you are feeling alone. A Saviour for all that you do, so you live freely without their harm” Emily realized what she had done. The only thing she could think about is how angry Andy would be at her. Her idol, angry at something she had done.
‘What have I done?’ Emily thought. She ran to the toilet and stuck her fingers down her throat as far as they would go. Emily puked up all of those nasty pills that would have killed her. She continued to do so until nothing more came out. The song ended. “I will fight! I will always be there! I will fight! Yeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhh!”
‘What have I done?’
'I have to grab all the money I can. As much as I can possibly find she said.’ Emily ran to her room and grabbed the $100 that her grandma had given her for her birthday only several days before. ‘She’s counting down.' 45. 44. 43. 42… 'I have time.’ Emily ran to the phone in her parents’ bedroom and quickly dialed 911.
“Hello? What is your emergency?” “I have to talk quickly and then leave, but there is a lady in my house, gun in hand, threatening to murder my family if I don’t run downstairs and give her this money in the next…” 23. 22. 21. “…20 seconds. My address is 12345 23 Avenue North. Please come quickly!” 15.14.13… Emily dropped the phone and ran down the stairs at lightning speed. ‘All I have to do is round the corner and she will be able to see me and the money. Then she will leave me and my family alone.’ BANG!… BANG!BANG! BANG! “NOOOOOO!!” Emily screamed. She watched as her family fell to the floor into their own pools of crimson, red blood. ‘I have to get out of here.’ Emily threw the money and ran to the door, throwing it open and it making a dent in the wall. A quick, sharp pain in her side. She had gotten shot. Emily made contact with the warm, summer ground. She rolled over just in time to see the thief fling the door back and jump, with a branded pocket knife, straight at Emily. If it was a fight she wanted, it was a fight she was gonna get. Blood, bones snapping, screaming. So much screaming. Screaming.
Emily woke up screaming, comforted then by the white walls and white celling and that disgusting smell that comes with hospitals. Emily looked down. She was fine, just reliving that dreaded day, exactly a week ago. A few broken bones, many stitches, and 23 bruises covered her body from head to toe. Emily was getting out today. A lovely nurse is going to drive her home. Emily turned her head and saw all the bouquets of flowers her friends had given her, many accompanied by a ‘Get Well’ balloon. She will never be well, she felt so much pain. It hurt, not much her body anymore, but her heart. She had lost her family. They are dead.
“Emily dear,” the lovely nurse said with a slight sympathy smile as she saw the slight tears in Emily’s eyes, “I’m ready to take you home now.”
“Yes. Thanks again for offering to take me home. I’m just going to go to the bathroom really quick and then I’ll be ready. You said Sydney is coming to pick up my flowers and stuff then bring them to my house soon right?” Emily asked, wiping away the tears.
“Yes. She should arrive here soon after we leave. I’ll be waiting outside the door.” The nurse answered as she walked out the door. Emily walked to into her bathroom and starred at the mirror. Her scars from the fight where very much visible on her face with a few on her neck. Those scars didn't bother her; the ones that bothered her where the ones scattered across her face along with some newly formed acne. She hated her skin. Emily always wore makeup to cover them up, but the last week, she couldn't. This week took its toll on her face making Emily glance away at herself. She couldn't bear to look.
“Thank you again for the ride home.” Emily said with a fake smile as she stepped out of the nurse’s car and onto her driveway.
“No problem sweet heart. Remember to take those pills I gave you. It should help with the healing process.” The nurse said as she drove away. Emily entered the front door. Everything was cleaned up. It looked like nothing had happened. Like nothing had changed, but things had changed. Emily had changed. She used to be happy and smiling all the time. Now, she barely wants to speak. ‘You’re home now. You’re still just a miserable as you were in the hospital.” the little voice in the back of Emily’s head sneered. ‘You’re home now. You have the ability to do it. It’s just upstairs. You deserve it. You killed them. You did. YOU KILLED THEM!’ “NOOOOOO!” Emily screamed in a great sob just as she had a week ago. She ran upstairs and took her shaver and chucked it on the ground in desperation. It broke into many pieces with the blades still intact. Emily took one and quickly and forcefully dragged the blade across her wrists again, again, and again until 6 lines were spilling out blood and dripping on the white tile floor. ‘It didn’t work,’ the voice snickered, ‘try the other one.’ Emily was obedient and did the same to her other wrist making sure to cut deeper. ‘You! Pathetic bitch.’ the thief said in her head. ‘She’s right you know,’ the voice interrupted, ‘you are pathetic. You can’t even get satisfaction from cutting yourself. End it. End it now. You’re worthless now. Ugly. You saw yourself in that mirror. No one wants you. Now you've gone and cut yourself. No one wants a wreck like you. End it.’ Emily fell and started bawling. ‘Remember to take those pills I gave you. It should help with the healing process.’ the nurse’s voice rang in her head. Pills. Emily ran to her parent’s medicine cabinet and started swallowing as many pills as she could possibly get down at once. On her 12th orange bottle within 2 minutes, her IPod notified her in her pocket that people mentioned her on twitter. Emily didn’t care about Twitter. She didn’t care about anything. She threw her IPod, shattering the mirror as it fell to the floor. The impact caused the IPod to start playing the last song Emily had been listening to before the accident. “So hear my voice,” Emily fell down startled as the IPod continued to play, “Remind you not to bleed, I am here.” Her favorite band, The Black Veil Brides. Saviour, that’s the song. It’s about not giving up. That’s their main message in their songs. Emily loved them. She collapsed and bawled as the song still continued to play “Saviour will be there when you are feeling alone. A Saviour for all that you do, so you live freely without their harm” Emily realized what she had done. The only thing she could think about is how angry Andy would be at her. Her idol, angry at something she had done.
‘What have I done?’ Emily thought. She ran to the toilet and stuck her fingers down her throat as far as they would go. Emily puked up all of those nasty pills that would have killed her. She continued to do so until nothing more came out. The song ended. “I will fight! I will always be there! I will fight! Yeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhh!”
‘What have I done?’
So, I just read that smut paragraph in class.... I got so many weird looks, because of the sounds and faces I was making. Just like trying not to die.
1/21/15