𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜(𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚎)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢-𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

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song of the chapter: dark paradise by lana del rey

"there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody. it won't leave my head. your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine. but i wish i was dead."

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"Get up," my father demanded, taking my arm and yanking me to my feet.

I cried out in pain from putting pressure on my wounded leg. But I thought maybe it was time for my IV, so I let him take me out of the room and guide me through the hallways.

"I wanted to take you to see an old friend today," he said with a cruel smile.

I wasn't sure if he was talking about Ella or Emmaline, but either way, the words made my heart wrench.

I paced on with him, letting him guide me through the corridors. I winced through the pain in my leg until we got to a room.

The door opened and my eyebrows drew together as I glanced around. My heart dropped into my stomach when I saw it.

A huge tank of water, where a girl was floating. There was a tube down her throat and in her torso. Wires were threaded under her skin.

Her eyes were closed, and her skin was milky. Her fingers were webbed. Tears sprung to my eyes. I stumbled over to the tank, putting my hand on it.

"Emmaline," I intoned.

"Yes, so tragic," my father mused. Tears started falling from my eyes before I could blink them back.

"How could you do this to her?" I sobbed, turning to glimpse at him. "She was the best person I ever knew. How could you?"

"It really wasn't my call," he said, his tone bored.

"Why did you take me here?" I questioned, barely able to speak through my sobs.

He smiled, and I could tell this was just a way for him to hurt me. He wanted me to see what had come of my best friend.

I stared at him, and realized in that moment that there was nobody in the world that I hated as much as my father.

"I hate you so much," I whispered.

Rora

The voice made my eyes widen. But I remembered what Ella had told me about Emmaline being able to communicate. Just like me and Aaron.

Stay strong, Rora

Emmaline? I thought back, wondering if we could communicate like Aaron and I could.

I'm here.

I'm so sorry, Em.

Before I could continue communicating with her, my father had snatched my arm and dragged me out of the room.

"She was communicating with you," he observed, his eyes stern. "What did she say?" I didn't respond. He smacked me hard across the face. I winced, but refused to give him any other reaction. "What did she say?"

"She said my name," I answered, staring at the ground. "And she said to stay strong."

"What did you tell her?" he demanded, gripping my hair.

"I told her I was sorry," I said quietly, not able to meet his eyes. He laughed, shaking his head and dragging a hand down his face.

"You're sorry," he mused. "Of course, you are." He sighed. "You are not to communicate with her."