Dear Ethan,
I woke up a few hours later to your older brother Ull knocking on the door.
"Emily, my parents want to talk to you," he explained, glancing warily at my metal legs. Ever since the accident, Ull stared weirdly at my medical assistance. It made me feel upset that I was different, but I quickly recovered.
I climbed down the stairs to see the worried faces of your wonderful parents.
"I got a phone call from your mother," your mother told me. "It went like this..
Me: Hello?
Her: Hello, I just thought I would inform you that I will be calling the police.
Me: Why is that?
Her: You kidnapped my daughter. I expected her home by now, but I guess she has been held hostage.
Me: I beg your pardon, but she came into my house crying. She asked to stay at my house. I will be reporting you to Child Protection Services soon because she said to have been abused by you. Until this situation is sorted out, Emily will be living with my family. Have a good day."
I was shocked. "You welcomed me into your family."
"You were Ethan's best friend, and you tried to save his life. You were family before, and you still are, even if Ethan is dead." Your father smiled. "What happened to your father anyways? I haven't spoken to him in a long time."
I gulped. "After the accident, he left. He couldn't handle a special needs kid."
Your mother spoke, now on the phone.
"Yes, I would like to report a child abuse case. Her name is Emily Ryans, and she is thirteen years old. My son Ethan and her were hit by a car a few months ago. Emily lost her legs and Ethan was killed. Her father left and her mother has begun to drink and be abusive. Ethan and Emily were best friends and our families were close, so when Emily ran here crying and asking to stay for a few days, I was worried. She reported to be beat by her mother's friend." She paused, listening. "Yes, she does already have a visit scheduled. Okay, thank you."
Your father smiled. "So.."
"Your mom's appointment is scheduled in an hour instead. We get to come along with you."
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Lost Half
Non-Fiction{Warning: Contains suicide, sexual items, and self-harming.} I'm heartbroken. I have had a major crush on my best friend Ethan for years, since about the time I met him. I confessed to him a few weeks ago, and when I was following him to the park to...
