Emily I'm Sorry; Yellowjackets

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(Emily, I'm Sorry)
ACT ONE — CHAPTER SIX

1996

Emily never spoke of what happened to her, not to anyone that had believed her anyway. She didn't want or need anyone to look at her differently.

Right now though, the three pills she had taken through out the night seemed to have eerily cleared her mind.

...or maybe the pills made it foggy, either way she had finally told someone.

And quite honestly, Emily wished she had just kept her mouth shut. Natalie seemed to have weirdly sobered up from her words.

"Em—it's okay." Natalie whispered softly, gently holding the girl who hadn't stopped crying since she finally admitted what happened.

Since she finally admitted what he did.

The thing was Emily needed to tell someone, that would believe her. She felt like she was going crazy.

The one person Emily had told, previous to Natalie, had acted like it had been the consequences of her own actions— and that hurt.

The girl with the bleached hair however, comforted her, reassured Emily that it wasn't her fault.

Emily trusted her more than anyone in the world after that night.

The next morning however— she regretted saying a word to anyone.

Emily sat on her bed, staring down at the items it held.

One suitcase zipped up with as much as she could fit into it, one envelope she was terrified to tear into— and one small plastic baggie with two remaining pills.

Emily bite down on her lip, Natalie knew. She had told Natalie what happened.

Now Natalie could see right through her.

Emily was nervous to see Natalie later that day, she was nervous to get on that plane.

The girl's head pounded— maybe the combination of cheap beer and the unknown medication wasn't Emily's brightest idea.

In the moment it felt good— Emily knew she certainly shouldn't take anymore. However, it was going to be a long flight.

She decided just to take the edge off, Emily broke one of the pills in half.

Next she reached for the sealed letter, popping the half pill in her mouth, "Here goes nothing," she whispered.

One of two things could be waiting inside— an acceptance letter or a rejection letter. The latter option being far more likely.

Emily didn't even tell anyone that she applied to John Hopkins, knowing it was for the better.

"Here's to dreams being granted or demolished." She muttered ripping the seal on the letter.

Academics had been one of her strong suites most of her life— she was always the 'nerd' of the family. Emily loved all things science and math, and her grades held up well. In fact, she was on track to be Valedictorian.