After telling her mother about her illness, Emery felt a weight lifted off her shoulders. She felt like she could finally breathe again, like she could finally talk about it. But now, she had to tell him. She wasn't sure how he would react, but she knew she needed to tell him.
Emery called Atlas, feeling her heart beating faster and faster. She didn't know what to say, but she knew that she needed to tell him. She tried to clear her throat, but it was like she couldn't make a sound.
Finally, she heard his voice, and her heart stopped for a minute. She took a deep breath and started talking.
"I need to tell you something," Emery said.
She could hear his breath, getting deeper and deeper, like he knew what was coming.
"I'm going to stay with my mother for a few days," Emery said.
He still didn't say anything, and she could feel her heart pounding.
"I'll come back," she said.
Atlas didn't say anything, and she could feel the tears starting to form in her eyes.
"I promise," said said
She waited for a minute, but Atlas still didn't say anything. She hung up and put her head in her hands, crying silently.
Atlas knew that something was off, that's why he hadn't said anything to her. He knew that Emery was strong and that whatever she was facing she was strong enough to overcome, she just needed a little space.
Emery felt like she couldn't breathe. She felt like her whole world was falling apart. She didn't know what to do next. She sat there, trying to clear her head, trying to think, but she couldn't. She didn't know what to do.
She felt like she was losing everything. She felt like she was losing everyone. And she felt like she was losing herself.
Emery looked around, trying to find something that she could hold onto, something she could use to ground herself. She looked at all the pictures on her wall, all the mementos that she had collected over the years of childhood. They reminded her of who she was, and where she came from.
Emery couldn't find anything that she could use to hold onto. She couldn't use anything to ground herself. She felt like she was falling.
She stood up, feeling like she was going to puke. She felt like she was going to collapse. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know where to go. She didn't know who to turn to.
She walked out of her room, feeling like she was in a dream. She walked out of the front door, feeling like she was in a nightmare. She walked out of her house, feeling like she was in a prison.
Emery stood on the sidewalk, feeling like she was standing on the edge of a cliff. She looked up, feeling like she was looking into the abyss. She closed her eyes, feeling like she was closing her eyes for the last time.
But then she heard a voice. It was a voice that she heard before. It was a voice that she had known all her life. It was a voice that she had always trusted.
She opened her eyes, feeling like she was opening her eyes for the first time. She looked up, feeling like she was looking at a shining star. She saw her mother's face, feeling like she was seeing the face of an angel.
Emery felt like she was falling. Her legs gave way underneath her, and she collapsed onto the sidewalk. She hit the ground, hard, feeling the impact from the fall all throughout her body. She felt her head hit the ground.
She tried to move, tried to get up, but she couldn't. She felt like she was trapped in her own body. She felt like she was a prisoner in her own mind.
Her mother watched her fall and she immediately rushed her to the car. Her mother started the engine and floored the gas puddle, feeling like she was running a million miles an hour. She knew that she had to get to the hospital as soon as possible, to get her daughter to help that she needed.
She pulled into the parking lot, feeling like she was in a race against time. She pulled into the emergency room, feeling like she was entering a batt zone. She rushed into the entrance yelling for someone to help her.
The staff saw Emery, and they immediately went into action. They rushed her into a bed, hooked her up to monitors, and started treating her. The doctors came running, looking over her charts, trying to figure out what was wrong.
They ordered tests, ran scans, and did everything they could do to understand what was going on with Emery. They knew that time was of the essence, and they knew they needed to work fast.
Emery laid in the bed, feeling like she was laying in her own grave. She felt the tears starting to form in her eyes, but she couldn't stop them. She felt the pain starting to flow through her body, but she couldn't stop it. She felt the fear starting to take over her mind, but she couldn't stop it.
