Emma... (Au Emma As A Mom)

Chapter 4

(I don't own this art and I sadly don't know who does. If anyone knows please tell me)

It's now been a week since Emma was told that she was going to be ship off to become a mom. Her name was on the calendar of today's date. Today was the day, she'd leave the house to be "adopted." Though she was being sent off to be a mother.

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"Emma!" Some kids started crying at the news of me being adopted. "I don't want Emma to go!" Others cried. I just smiled as tried to calm them all down with reassuring words like "I'll be fine," "I'll write to you guys, don't worry!" And "I'll have another family and I could always see the others whenever I want!" They believe these lies.

"Emma!" I hear Phil call. I look at him, his eyes full of tears.

"Don't go!" He jumps into my arms and cries. "It's okay Phil," I assure him. I hug him closer. "The others will save. They have to..." I whisper to him as I push away from the hug.

 Phil clings to my legs. I look down at him. His eyes are so sad and full of tears. "I'm sorry Phill..." I pause, he looks at me. "Please forgive me..." I let him go as I pack an empty suitcase. "Emma, I'll miss you." He smiles at me with tears still in his eyes. "I'll miss you too." We walk down the stairs to where the rest of our siblings are waiting.

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"Everyone!" The kids' lookup. "Today Emma will finally be adopted!" Our 'Mother' explains as I Smile.

"Emma!" Some cry, "Write to us!" Others said. I just smile and walk to 'mom,' "I'm ready."

We walk outside as some younger kids wave to us and others went back to their usual activities. I smile at them know it would be the last time I see their faces.

...

As we walk down the small path carved in the ground from all the time kids have walked down here to their deaths.

Poor kids...

"What did you bring?" I look up from the path and look at 'mother' and reply with "Nothing much..." I look at the suitcase that has nothing but a drawing from Phil.

Phil had drawn me this right after I told him I had to leave him behind. He said that with this I would never forget him and a part of him will be with me forever. I smile thinking about it.

"I hope you understand you can only take one thing with you to training." She looks at the suitcase then back to me. "I understand," I reply. Good thing I was already planning to bring only bring the drawing.

We make our way to the gate. I felt more scared than ever as we got closer, closer, and closer. Chills went down my spine as we reached it.

The gate opens and we walked through. I gasped in fear.

I want to run...
I want to be free...
Am I not allowed...
Can I not be free...
Why...
Why us...
Why kids...
We just want to be happy...
Please, someone...
Ray...

"Emma!" I snap back into reality.

"This way. You have to fix that daydreaming of yours." I ignore her comment and follow her to a door.

I remember seeing that door when we found Connie... We didn't even think to look in there.

She leads me to the door. I stare at it for a while then, looking down at the ground.

What have I gotten myself into? I think. Then suddenly a slight creaking noise comes from the right of us.

"Hello, Emma." A familiar voice said. I look up.

A familiar woman walked from the end of the hall. She had a black dress, long black hair styled into a bun that played to the right of her neck.

"Mom?" I question. Why was she here... I thought something bad happened to her.

"It's been a while, Emma. How are you?" She asks as she continues forward towards us.

"I don't understand." My mind is full of questions.

I just want to be with my family...
I want to be a normal kid...
Normal orphanage...
Normal people...
And no demons...

Why was mother here?
Why did I stay behind?
Why couldn't I be with them all?

"Emma!" My other 'mom' snaps. "What did I say about daydreaming!" A small bit of laugher escapes mom's months as I look back up.

"Same old Emma, huh?" She smiles. "I'll take it from here Yukko."

"Yes, ma'am." Our 'mom' walks back from the way we came as I follow mom.

"Your still the same even after everything you've been through." She looks forward.

"I guess you could say that," I say as I follow beside her.

"You're like Norman huh?" She questions

'Like Norman?' "What do you mean?"

"Your suitcase is empty besides a single object, am I correct?"

I gasp... How... How did she know...

"You thought that you won't need anything if you were going to just die, right?" I look at her

"Unlike Norman, mothers are allowed an object to keep in their possession. Remember the doll in Krona's room? That was her one possession."

"I think you will enjoy being a mother Emma. You did always say you never wanted to leave, and that you wanted to be just like me." She smiles.

Sorry about the late update. I've hit some serious writer's block. I manage to get where I wanted to get in this chapter at least.