The Way Things Are

Chapter 9

I was in the woods. Wait, no, I was in my backyard. Well, Spencer's backyard anyway. I see a shadow in the distance. "Hello?" I yell to the shadow. "What are you doing in here? This is private property!" As soon as I said that I'm taken aback by another shadow that hit me, and knocked me onto the ground with a force that made me slide back into a near by tree. I hit my head so hard that I passed out in the woods. Next thing that I know, I'm in Spencer's bed, with someone who I think at first is, him holding me tight. Why am I here? How did I get here? When did I get here? When I get a good look at their face, I see that it isn't Spencer. Who is this person? Why are they holding me? Where is Spencer? Why is he not holding me? Why is this stranger holding me? Then I look closer at them, and realize that it is someone that I know. It's Logan, Emma's mate. I look down at my hands. "Holy hell. I'm in Emma's body. I'm Emma right now, and this isn't Spencer's bed, this is the bed from the cabin. I have no idea upon what to think right now." I say to myself as I get out of the bed, and twist my way out of Logan's grip. What did I do to myself to get into this mess. I have to get to see Spencer some how. I need to talk to him. I leave the cabin, and I find Spencer quickly because I have his sent memorized. I walk into the house.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in my house? Why are you here?" I hear, and automatically know it as Spencer's voice.

"Spencer, it's me. Becky, you know. Your girlfriend." But I heard no answer. All I see is someone with a knife and start to run. "Hey! What's the big idea?! It's me Becky! You'r girlfriend. The one that you brought into your home, and took care of when she was in need." All I saw was the knife flying towards me, aimed right for my throat. Well then, I guess that means that he doesn't remember me. I stop running as soon as the knife falls to the ground, and turn around to face the stranger. I see Spencer's face, but I don't see the Spencer that I once knew, The one that I fell in love with, the one that made me feel like I was the center of the world. "I'm tired of running from you. I know that you don't remember me like you should, but I know that somewhere deep down inside, that the real you is in there." This isn't me anymore. Who is this new me? I mean, where is the old me? Oh shit, this is the Emma wearing off on me, and I there's nothing I can do about this. I'm slowly becoming Emma, someone that I'm not. I just stood there, and stared at Spencer.

"Why are you here? You know how I feel about you being here. Why are you trying to pretend to be her? You know how I feel about the Emma. I know that you mean well, and are trying to help me, I appreciate the fact the you want me to be okay, but I can't be. Since she died, I can't believe that she went out on her own, and didn't take me or Derek. Why would she do that? And she didn't even have any weapons with her. Maybe she wanted this, and she really didn't love me like she said that she did." Spencer was indirectly telling me why he didn't remember me, and was pouring out his heart and I was in Emma's body, not able to tell him that I am actually alive and in front of him.

"Spencer, I know that you miss her, and that she was the love of your life. But you can't just mope around your house and act like Miles did in 'Looking For Alaska', she would want you to go and be happy, and live your life like you would if she was still here. I knew her well, and she told me that if she did die before you did, that she knew you would act like this, and she wanted me to tell you that she is alright, and she misses you, your touch, and just being with you. She wants you to be happy though, and she knows that there is a way to be happy without forgetting her. I wanted to let you know that she misses you, and she knows that you think of her everyday, nonstop, and miss her like crazy, but you need to stop and just put yourself out there. There are plenty of girls that would be willing to go out with you. You know that Spencer." I say as Emma, but I can tell that he was hurt when I called him "Spencer" because that's what I called him when, apparently, I was still alive. He looks at me with a frown, and goes to say something, but instead started to cry and fell to his knees. At that moment, suddenly I was myself again, I looked like myself too, I acted like myself, and I even sounded like myself. "Spencer? Are you okay? Please look at me, and tell me that you're okay." Right then, he looked up at me, and stared at me like I was crazy. All he could get out were little stutters of words along the lines of "it" "you" "can't" "be" "how" and words that make up a Spencer like sentence. "There were people looking for me. Dangerous people, and I couldn't let them get to you too. I needed to go into hiding, and I had to leave you, I', so sorry. I know that you were hurt, and I just couldn't keep the truth from you any longer. I missed you like hell, and I know how much you missed me. I was disguised as Emma this whole time, and I was never able to tell you that it was actually me. I have a proposition for you. Come into witness protection with me, and we can live our lives in peace with each other. Your parents can come too, and we can live together as a happy family." As soon as I finish my statement, Spencer rushes at me with a knife in his hand and stabs me in the chest. I wake up. . .