Confessions Of A Dead Girl

Ch8: Black Out

November 21st, 2017
Emily's POV

I was woken up by a large pain in my head and the loud silence was deafening. My eyes were slowly adjusting to the bright room that I was in and, when I could finally identify where I was, I was confused. I was in someone's bedroom, wearing someone's T-shirt. Other than that, I was only wearing my underwear.

I could feel a headache starting to form as I got up from the hard mattress and I could feel fear growing inside of me when I realized what was happening. I couldn't remember anything from last night except the fact that I was stupid enough to go to Sarah's party, but my mind went blank after that. I felt weird and exposed, scared of the fact that someone took my clothes off while I was in a coma and probably did something that I couldn't possibly imagine. Or did I do it without remembering? Doubt crept into my mind as I search for my clothes which I found near the entrance along with a sticky note.

In a hurry, I put my clothes on without taking a second look at the note laying on the ground and grabbed my phone on the table before crumbling the note and throwing it in the empty bin next to the door. I ran down the hallway, down the stairs and through the door without taking a good look at the empty house. I was too busy trying to get out of that horrid place that I didn't notice tears rolling down my face. I wanted so badly to believe that the person who wrote that note was joking or maybe that he didn't mean in that sort of way, but how stupid could I be to even try to defend that man who had every possible chance to take advantage of me? I was afraid, scared, crapping my pants as I barely make it to my home in one piece without falling on the ground, feeling the cold wooden floor as I became vulnerable again.

I could hear footsteps coming down the stairs towards me, their hands gripping my arms tightly as they stare at me with worry. I look up and see Samuel, his hair messy and his eyes red from being awoken.

"What happened, Emily? Why are you crying?" He asked.

"Samuel, I think someone did something to me."

"Who?"

"I don't know.."

"Just sit down and tell me everything."

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I felt his piercing eyes on me as I looked down at the table. The thought of sharing something this traumatic didn't cross my mind, I wanted to keep this to myself until someone found out. I was afraid that Samuel would judge me and blame me for it, but he's my brother and I couldn't believe I thought of him like that.

"So, where is this note you found?" He asked.

"Um, I kind of threw it away..." I said.

"What?! Why would you do that?" He exclaimed, causing me to flinch.

He sighed before shifting in his seat.

"I just didn't think the note would benefit me. It just shows that I agreed to it, but I didn't, I swear."

"I believe you, but the handwriting is important. You could find someone with similar handwriting."

"It could be anyone. It was a huge party and people were going up and down the stairs."

"Then maybe someone saw you."

"So, what do you want me to do? Interview people?"

"Yes, if it helps you."

"Might as well tell them what happened." I groaned as I laid my head on the table, my hair falling on my face as I look up at the clock.

"The only thing you can do is try to remember what happened."

"Fine."

He got up from his seat, pushing the chair in the table.

"And Samuel?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for being there for me and I'm sorry for what I said yesterday."

"No worries. You have every right to be angry at me." He smiled before leaving the room.

I made my way to my room after eating my lunch and grabbed my diary underneath my mattress before making my way to my desk. I started to write in this diary at the beginning of last year before Sarah started to change. I didn't really take this seriously, just something that my therapist suggested me to do, but I felt comfort in doing so and it sort of became a habit for me. I started to write more and more about what was going on around me, about Sarah and her gang of friends, Eldon's suspicious behaviour, and now I have to find out who I saw yesterday night at Sarah's party.

And I knew, deep down, that this would lead into something sinister.