Dreaded Drama

Chapter 12

Into the future, Justin bought a house for all of them to live.
Many, Many, weeks passed. Things were okay for our protagonists. That is... until Rosie snapped.

Emily was cooking with Neil, everyone's favourite foods. Neil miscounted the eggs and Emily snapped. "YOU MISCOUNTED? HOW ARE WE GOING TO FIX THIS HUH? HUH!? YOU THINK WE CAN JUST UNDO EVERYTHING AND PUT ANOTHER EGG IN? YOU'RE SO STUPID, NEIL!" Rosie knew she didn't want to be apart of this, but she couldn't risk Emily Yelling at her older brother. She stood up forcefully, "EMILY! I AM SO.. SO TIRED OF THIS! YOU ALWAYS, ALWAYS!!! GET ANGRY AT THINGS THAT ARE NEVER A BIG DEAL! AND DONT EVEN THINK OF HOW IT AFFECTS THE ONES YOU HURT!? WHY!?!?!" snapping at Emily. "Sensitive little piece of shi—....TAKI!" Rosie sighed. Emily held back her tears. Feeling she would burst into a ball of sadness. Emily was always used to fights, but not these kinds who called out who she really was.

Emily ran into her room and burst— her sadness was all she felt;
Her sharp fangs gnawing at her bottom lip, it was close to bleeding.
"stupid.. stupid.. crybaby!" she named herself. out of sadness, she cut almost all of her hair off. (dramatic, eh?)
Looking at her cut up strands of hair, she felt more fulfilled. felt like a different person.

Meanwhile, with the rest of the crew, Rosie was banging her head on a wall, mumbling "i don't even know why i dated her in the first place."
slightly sobbing, she was the one who helped Neil with cooking.

Emily was keeping herself quarantined in her room, once again. The only time she was in there for months at a time.
the crew started to miss her.

Rosie's Point of View
Another day, Emily still didn't bother to come out of her secluded area, the door was still locked from the inside. we'd lost the keys to all the rooms long ago, so we couldn't force her out either, but today, she finally stepped out. She looked completely different, except how i saw her face, a soft but cold expression. The rest of us were shook. We didn't even know what she was doing in there for the most of it.

Emily's Point of View
I came out of my room, to eat breakfast. all i'd eaten was in my secret stash. i was tired of seeing my worn down kallax shelf. All eyes on me when i first opened my door. I didn't care about what they felt though. I felt calmer.

(Back to the Narrator)
Emily hastily sat down on the stools of their kitchen island, she didn't ask what she wanted though. The salt of the chips she had stuffed in her mouth yesterday for dinner was all that was left. After breakfast was done, pancakes were put on her plate. She shoved them down her throat, with happy tears. Celebrating the delightful taste she missed so much. Neil took her plate, pitifully pat hear head, and washed the dishes.

Rosie and Neil gossiped, "Emily.. what happened to her? i mean, she's better but i didn't know she'd be.. this!" Rosie cried.
"Hey.. she's okay now. Maybe she feels better?"
"She's too dramatic.. after just.. one little fight?"
"Rosie, maybe that fight hit her hard, i don't think you understand."
"I think you're right, i don't understand.."
"If you two can make up, things will get better.

Emily gingerly walked back into her room, Rosie ran after her, gripping her arm tight.
"Wait— please don't go again. I.. i miss you, and i'm sorry for snapping."
Emily embraced her,
"It's ok. i-i was being dramatic.. I can stay if you like."
Neil walks over to them "What do you mean, 'stay'?"
"Like.. maybe not seclude myself in my room again?"
"Of course we want that!" Rosie squeals.
"I don't." Justin yells. in his mind, canned laughter.
"oh shut up." Emily mumbles.

Rosie has some alone time with Emily in Rosie's room.
(nothing s3xual will happen, i wish i didn't have to say that...)
"Em, remember those good old times.. at school? just quirky fifth-graders talking about quirky fifth-grader things. You always fought with Justin back then. We were so.. popular. until the.. bat accident." Rosie started tearing up. "You.. still remember that? god.. That was so traumatic.. good thing i was there... i'm sorry that had to happen to you, loves." Emily comforts her.

They cuddle and chat for hours on end, taking naps now and then. each of the crew visit them every few hours. After dinner, Emily gets ready for bed. She wants to sleep on the couch today, fearing the room that lurk at the end of the broken hallways.

she plugs her Earphones and listens to one of her playlists. "Oh.. what if i.. faked..—" before she could answer her own question, she passed out ti'll morning. Waking up at 3:00 in the morning wasn't ideal, but she can never wake up on time.

She hears the window slide open, she turns on her phone's flashlight and checks what happened. A THIEF!? She knew what to do, but it would be risky. she gets a washcloth from the kitchen.. and ambushes him, the washcloth gripped tightly on his mouth. The thief broke free and quickly switched the washcloth onto her, and she passes out.

Denny wakes up from the ruckus in the living room, a figure dragging what looked like emily slowly sneaking from the window.. "STOP! THEIF!" he cried out. The others woke up, the thief quickly rushed out.

The others rushed out of their rooms in a panic, "What happened!?" they interrogated in unison. "E- Emily.. E-E-Emily.. no.." Denny was in pure shock, he was speechless. "What.. WHAT HAPPENED TO HER!?" Neil cried. Denny burst into tears, he didn't know how to explain what happened. "PLEASE JUST TELL US." Justin yelled at him. "i..i don't k-know.." sniffing and hiccups was all you could hear. "the window." "what?" THE WINDOW!" "EMILY.. THE WINDOW! A.. THIEF!! THE THIEF TOOK HER!!"

They were in shock. speechless like Denny.

I don't know what else i should add here, so this is just the end. For now..
somewhat evil laugh

Kaite, out!