The rough streets of manhattan (WIP)

fool in the rain

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Reedited on July 29th, 2024

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Recommended song: Fool in the Rain- Led Zeppelin 
Emery's POV: I've been currently kicked out of Oliver's car for speaking the truth about him. I mean someone had to fucking do it. I don't know how to get home, it's like I'm stranded in the middle of the forest. And I'm gonna die in the middle of the countryside of NY which sucks.

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Emery's words echoed in the desolate night, reverberating with despair. "Oh well, I'm going to die one day anyway. It might as well be my death at this point," she muttered, her voice heavy with sorrow. Tears streamed down her cheeks, uncontrollably and unreservedly. She longed for someone to hold her close, to comfort her in this moment of overwhelming despair. The tears flowed from her green eyes, trickling down her face and leaving a trail of anguish in their wake. As she sobbed, her nose grew stuffy, her breath hitching in her chest.

The rhythm of her tears was interrupted by the sound of rain, adding another layer of gloom to the dismal scene. In the midst of her anguish, a muffled voice in the distance cut through the sound of raindrops. Fear gripped her heart as the voice drew nearer, each step amplifying her trepidation. Every nerve in her body was on edge as she contemplated the possibility of impending danger, her mind conjuring chilling scenarios.

With each step drawing closer, the voice slowly morphed into the distinct timbre of a teenage boy. Emery shuddered, her mind racing with apprehension. What if it was Oliver, coming to fulfill the dreadful prophecy she had envisioned earlier? Today had been a succession of harrowing events, each one more crushing than the last, and the arrival of this unknown figure felt like a final descent into darkness.
As I stood there, Out of the blue, I experienced the feeling of someone surrounding me in a warm and comforting embrace, their arms wrapping me in a gentle and reassuring hold. At that moment, it became clear to me that the person embracing me was neither Oliver and it couldn't be Jim. It was so dark outside I couldn't even make out who the person was.
The voice said, "Emery, I've been looking for you everywhere, are you okay?"

I was alarmed by what they said to me. Emery asked, "Who are you and what do you want? How did you find me?"

The voice replied, "First of all, it's just me, good ol' Jim. And no, I'm not answering your stupid questions."

Emery instantly scurried out of his arms. In a surge of bewilderment and outrage

Emery arched her eyebrow with a bemused expression and retorted, "You are aware that you're not actually my boyfriend, aren't you? I don't require... someone to make sure I'm okay. So get lost Jim, scoot along."

Jim said, "Okay, but wait, he caught up with her, so tell me what happened."

Emery expressed frustration, stating, "Why should I tell you? You've been nothing but mean to me since my first day at St. Vitus. "You want to know something? YOU know you hurt me with your derogatory comments, Jim!"

Jim's face twisted in hurt as he spoke, "So I'm the bad guy, huh? You don't think I've been hurt before, do you?" Mimicking Emery, he continued, "You hurt me, Jim." With a pained expression, he added, "I've been hurt worse than you." ever could imagine. Tess left me heartbroken, you haven't experienced it before because you probably have a great life compared to me.

"I took a deep breath and replied, "Okay, you're right for once." I gestured with my pointer finger towards him and continued, "I haven't experienced heartbreak, alright?" Emery said.

Jim sadly remarked, 'You do have a better life. You've never had to experience that.' He gestured with his hand, a pained expression on his face.

"Just tell me what happened, and I'll respect your space," Jim said calmly.

"Oh, you want to know do you?" I snapped at him."
Jim took a few steps closer to Emery, a look of confusion on his face. "Emery, you don't have to go off on me like that! Just tell me what you know. What did Oliver do or say?"

Emery still frustrated replied, " Oliver tried to make out with me in his car, are you getting the answer you wanted now?"

Absolutely shocked, Jim exclaimed that he couldn't believe what he had just heard and vowed to seek revenge. He didn't know why he wanted revenge on Oliver, it surely wasn't because of her, oh hell nah. It was because... he couldn't think why he wanted revenge.

The only way I could describe the state of my hair was the rain that left my hair drenched, with each strand clinging to my scalp. Water droplets trickled down my face and neck, adding a slight chill to the air. The strands of my hair were so sleek and shiny that they resembled the thin, delicate, and
the straight texture of angel hair pasta noodles.

By the way, you're all soaking wet from the rain, "spaghetti noodles"' Jim's tone conveyed a combination of rudeness and sarcasm. He gently brushed the damp strands of Emery's hair away from her face.

Jim, what's your problem, I said, furrowing my brow in frustration.

"Um, I don't know, it just bothered me, that's all," Jim said with a hint of confusion in his voice.
Emery stated, "OK loverboy," she said annoyed, rolling her eyes. "Why do you act like you're in love with me?

Jim told Emery, "I don't like you, sweetheart. No need to play hard to get," he smirked.

Out of nowhere, this older couple honked the horn and one of them pulled down the window,

"Could you two kids please stop bickering about when the wedding is going to be?" The older man groaned as he intervened.

Both Jim and I wore disgusted looks when the elderly man made a remark about our arguing over a wedding that wouldn't happen. Old people are crazy.

I slowly walked on the concrete leaving Jim behind in the process, because the only way I could get home was by walking until I saw my place. I suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion, there at least had to be a hotel around here somewhere, I mean heck maybe if I knock on someone's door they'll let me sleep in their guest room. I thought, but that's an easy way to get shot around here.

As I was pondering my journey home, I couldn't help but think, "Ugh, this concrete passageway seems endless. Although home feels close, it seems like I've been walking for miles....