Hurting

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Chapter 1

Emma's POV

I woke to the shrill sound of my alarm clock. Sleepy, and drowsy I scrambled for the snooze button to allow me a few more minutes of respite till my mother barged into the room, and pulled the covers off me. Sighing I settled back into peaceful bliss only to be jerked back to reality by a large jug of water being unceremoniously dumped on to my head.

'MOM!' , I screamed jumping out of be,'Why did you throw-' I stopped short as my mind registered the person standing before me. 'Sarah,you pig! Are you out of your mind?? My best friend was doubled over laughing, clutching her sides as she gasped !for air. 'That, was without doubt, the best joke I've played in YEARS!, your face itself-,'she howled. 'Its NOT funny Sarah! The water was crazy cold!, however the smile that slowly spread across my face betrayed the angry expression I was trying achieve.

Before I lost it and started laughing along with her making me even more late, I threw my pillow at Sarah and went to shower, leaving her chortling on the floor of my bedroom. As I shampooed my hair, my thoughts drifted to what lay ahead today. I was starting as a senior at Clarence High, ultra elite, and super selective. Luckily, Sarah was studying there as a senior since tenth grade and knew her way around the place.

Looking in my closet for something to wear, I pulled out a lemon colored satin shirt, and dug out a pair of bright blue skinnies, and put them on. I brushed my long brown hair, then proceeded to straighten them. This was a long and precarious task that lasted at least thirty minutes due to the thickness, and stubbornness of my naturally wavy strands. Once I was done, I took a minute to admire my efforts. Sleek, shiny, brown hair framed my heart shaped face. 'Not bad Emma', I thought to myself. Dashing on a bit of makeup, I slipped my feet into pretty floral wedges, and headed down the stairs to eat breakfast.

Munching on a croissant, I hurried out of the door with a hasty goodbye to my mom. Sarah was ready and waiting behind the wheel of my classic silver Beemer. I got it as a surprise birthday present on my sweet sixteenth. For a year it was parked idly in the garage, until Sarah pulled it out one night, and took over as designated driver of MY car. So ever since, she drops me everywhere, and uses the car whenever she feels.

As we neared the school gates, my heart thudded faster. This was the first time I was going to be in a social crowd since Trevor's funeral. Trevor. My best friend. My Protector. My brother.

Chapter 2

Sarah's POV

I glanced at her. Arms crossed tightly, puckered up lips, and a frown on her face. This was hard for her. We all missed Trevor, but Emma mourned him as if she had lost half of herself. When he died, she refused to acknowledge it, weeks went by, she slept in his room, on his bed, waiting for him to magically reappear. Grief does strange things to a person. It changed Emma. No longer was she the bright, bubbly, enthusiastic girl we all knew and loved. This new person was quiet, detached, sad, and no longer the peson i had become best freinds with. She was a mere shadow of her former self. A mirage, frail human being. Then one day it hit her. He wasn't coming back. That was the day she finally cried. Throughout those three months, she had not shed a single tear. Not even when she saw him, lying unconsious, bloody, and hurt on the ground. She simply held his hand and didnt let go. All the way on the ride to the hospital, Emma spoke to him. Cheering him on, telling him silly childhood stories, nonsensical bits of useless information. Just because she believed he could hear her.

Emmas POV

I was thinking about the day he died. His body, so strong and well built, shrunken and mangled in death. His face, gashed and wounded. How his eyes were open, and the look of shock that had frozen in them. How with each breath I took towards the the wrecked car, I prayed and parayed to god that it wasnt Trevor. That it was not his car, black, and charred. That it was not his still body on the ground, twisted, and bleeding. As I approached the burning remains of his volkswagen bug, the world shifted, and blurred but he was clear in my sight. Shock coursed through my body as i realised that the midnight call i had recieved was not a prank, that the person lying in front of me was indeed my brother. I kneeled down and gently closed his eyes. He needed to sleep. Peacefully. The doctors would not let my brother die. I did not want to believe he was allready gone. He wouldnt have done that, broken his promise to me, and left forever. He would get better. I was sure of it.

Sarah parked the car in the closest spot to the school. I looked at myself in the mirror and took a few calming breaths. I gave myself a small pep talk, 'Its allright Em, just school. You've done this before too, remember?' I got out of the car and steadied myself. Swinging my bag over my shoulder, Sarah linked her hands in mine and we walked to the huge glass door. I glanced at my sorroundings in awe. Huge double glass doors, wood panelling, and dozens of students walking by. A couple of them glanced at us curiously. The new girl. Obviously they were more interested in Sarah. Gorgeous, fiery, red haired Sarah, with an attitude to match, she drew attention wherever she went. Sara the popular one, cheerleader team captain, straight A student, yet she remained fiercly loyal, honest to her friends.