𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓅𝑜𝓅𝓈 ~ 𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Pleading

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"Don't get me wrong Norman, broken bones and colds suck but I think having you die would suck a little more."
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Growing up, the kids who lived at Grace Field had loved living in such a beautiful home.
They loved the cozy feeling of being wrapped in a white blanket after a long day, the familiar hallways they could run through, and the many items that were specifically customized for them to occupy their time.
It was always their house.
But now, as (Y/n) walked up to the large building, she realized it wasn't hers. To her, it was now just a house.

She walked to this house, the one she grew up in, with tears rolling down her cheeks. The tears stained her now warm and damp face, but no one seemed to pay her any mind as they continued speculating how Emma's leg wound up broken.

'I bet she fell from a tree!'

'Well I think she tripped!'

(Y/n) dryly chuckled to herself upon hearing those words. If only they knew everything she did. Imagine if they knew the life they had been living was not their life at all, rather, a life.

Ray, Gilda, and Don had been discussing over their newfound discovery. Norman went off in the houses direction without uttering a word to anyone.
Ray tried to get (Y/n) to stay with them after seeing her tears fall down her face freely with no signs of stopping, but his please of her staying fell on deaf ears as she made her way to the house.
She needed to check on Emma.

She grabbed the door handle, only to see blood on the surface when she retracted her hands. She forgot just how much the rocks had cut her hands and knees.
She ignored that though, not bothering to try and wipe the substance off. God knows it was the least of her worries right now.

She walked through the hallways with ease when she got inside. Her memory guiding her to the infirmary.
She peaked her head insider the room, and once she saw no sign of Isabella, she practically lunged at her sister, carful as to not put pressure on her leg which was now enveloped in a cast.

Emma gripped onto (Y/n) as they held each other close. (Y/n) ignored the red stains beginning to form wherever her hands would make contact with the white sheets.

The two stayed in that position for a long while, emma quietly sobbing into her sisters shoulder. The (h/c) haired girl barely managed to hold back her tears, she managed to somehow swallow the lump in her throat.

The two felt exhausted and overwhelmed by the recent events, but both knew they had no chance of sleeping, or even relaxing for that matter.
Once they let go of each other, (Y/n) grabbed a nearby chair and settled herself on it next to Emma's bed.
She took the gingers hand in her own to comfort Emma, who was still sniffling.

Once the two of them had calmed down, and tears no longer adorned their faces, the air had become more breathable.
All of that progress came crashing down though, once they heard the door open and an awfully calm looking Norman standing in the doorframe.
Emma's eyes immediately glossed over and her lip quivered a bit.

None of them said anything as the sisters watched Norman grab a chair and place it on the other side of the bed opposite to where (Y/n) was sitting.

Emma reached a hand out towards the white haired boy and he held it with both of his.
He smiled softly at her, "Don't worry, Emma. She only took the rope after all."

"What are you saying? That's not the point at all." Emma demanded.
Norman continued as if she didn't say anything at all, "The plan isn't over yet, your leg will heal so there's no need to worry—."

"But— but we have to do something about your shipment!" Emma tried to reason.
"The plan will still work out." He replied, once again ignoring her concerns.
"You're coming too! You need too, we need you to come with us." The ginger was now close to tears again.