A Shadowing Secret

The Decision

Emilia POV

I clung to her lifeless body as if it was the only thing I knew how to do. Her blood was soaking and staining my clothes. But I didn't care. All I wanted was for her to somehow open her eyes and yell 'boo'. I wanted her to tell me that it was all a joke and that I should've seen the look on my face. But I knew that wasn't coming.

Tears poured down my face as I realized it was all my fault. It was because of me that she died. It was because of me that blood poured from her and onto the cold pavement.

Arms pulled me away from her. I struggled and struggled to get away from them, but I couldn't. I shouted as tears covered my face. This didn't even slow them down, not once. They kept pulling me away, further and further till she was no more but a speck in the distance. I shouted and struggled, but it did nothing. Consumed by darkness I could only try to keep contact with the outside world, but I lost that to.

I lost her, and now myself to.

Hands gripped my wrists tightly and there was slight weight on top of me. My eyes quickly opened and I was staring into a pair of green eyes, ones similar to mine. I struggled a bit more, still half way in my dream.

"Emi." Lucas said. His voice was soft and concerned. I got caught in his emerald eyes, and I couldn't pull away.

My heart ached worse than before as her face appeared in my mind. The Incident was replaying over and over again. Sirens filled my ears. Shouting from my mother, telling me that it was all my fault was audible through the sirens. Guilt flooded through me. Tears filled my eyes, making my vision blurry.

"Emi." Lucas said. Suddenly all of the noise and memories went away. I blinked and the tears spilled over. Lucas shifted so he was beside me. He pulled me to him as he leaned against the headboard of the bed. He pulled me so I was sitting on his lap. My face was buried in his shirt. His arms were wrapped tightly around me, as if he was trying to protect me. A couple minutes later I pulled back and looked up at him.

"I don't know what to do anymore Lucas." I whispered. He pulled me back to him and put his chin on top of my head.

"You do what you think is best." He whispered in my ear.

We sat like that for a while. I wanted the pain to go away, but I knew it would never go away. Then it occurred to me. If he was in here, did that mean that his mom had left?

"Lucas?"

"Yeah Emi?"

"Did your mom leave yet?" I asked him.

"Yeah. It's seven right now." I felt my eyes widen.

Seven? Seven? How can it be seven?

"I have to go Lucas." I told him. I broke out of his grasp and headed to the door. I reached the door when he called out to me.

"Emi." I paused in my footsteps and turned to face him. "The girl that Nash and I were fighting over, she was you."

I nodded, not capable to do anything else. He seemed confused, like he wondered how I knew. I placed my hand on the doorknob, turned and walked out. Once the door was shut, his words finally hit me.

'The girl that Nash and I were fighting over, she was you.'

It repeated in my head over and over again till I made it back to the hotel room. I knew that I wouldn't looked like I had been crying since I spent about five minutes on the stairs removing any evidence. Once I entered the room, all eyes were on me.

Aiden was sitting on the couch, his hair ruffled from running his hands threw it. Dad was pacing back and forth behind the couch while Mom stood followed him, trying to call him down. Right when I walked in they all stopped what they were doing and turned to face me.