Emily sat in her room, her computer open in front of her. She had just finished copying her latest chemistry notes and math homework.
She had come home from Newt and Sonya's in a good mood. Teresa had come home in a raging mood. She came home screaming about how Emily was stealing her boyfriend. She stormed up to Emily, who was waiting for the tea kettle to boil. Teresa had shoved her into the fridge, an iron grip on both her arms. Teresa held her so tight she was going to have little bruises on her biceps.
"You filthy little slut! Keep your hands to yourself!"
"What are you talking about?!" Emily asked bewildered, her eyes wide and dilated in fear.
"He was with you yesterday afternoon, he came to your stupid gym!"
"What? How...how's that my fault?" her voice was shaking.
"He went to you! And not me!" she screamed, her face was twisted in anger and her blue eyes were as cold as ice.
"Weren't you at cheer practice and then to Brenda's?"
"That's not the point, Emily! He chose to go to you!"
"Okay...I still don't...understand how that's my fault? We worked on our project!" Emily tried to defend her self. Teresa interrupted her and slammed her into the fridge again.
"It's always the excuse! That project!"
Emily clamped her eyes closed tight, turning her head away. She was so frustrated with this conversation. It didn't matter what she said, Emily would always be in the wrong. Always be blamed. It didn't matter if she wasn't even there, even if he showed up at the gym, it would be her fault because it was the thing she couldn't have.
"Because it's the truth! Please Tes, believe me! Please!"
Teresa just screamed, pushed her again and stomped away. Emily quickly gathered her things with tears in her eyes and retreated to her room. Where she now sat. Her phone said it was almost midnight. She knew she needed to sleep. But she just felt so empty. She didn't even have the energy to get up. She sat at her desk, staring blankly out the window.
Her computer dinged, a notification from Subject A7: The Leader
Hey Princess, steal any souls this weekend?
Not this weekend
Too busy being angsty and awesome?
Sure. Something like that.
Uh oh. Not a good weekend?
It was actually good. For the most part- but something always has to ruin it :(
I'm sorry, I don't mean to be a Debby Downer.
You're aloud to have emotions. Don't always have to be happy.
That's the problem...
What is?
I don't feel happy most of the time. Most of the time I feel like I'm drowning and I've stopped calling for help, because no one cares. Or if a life line is thrown at me, someone is there to knock it away.
I'm sorry Princess. :( Anything I can do?
No...nothing you can do. Just feeling empty and exhausted.
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Fairy Tale
FanfictionYou've heard of fairy tales. You've heard of The Maze Runner. What happens when it's mashed together? When Emily's mother dies, when Emily is only a year old, from a drunk drive, her father is left to raise an infant on his own. He eventually remarr...
