Threads of Compassion

Part 4

A/N: Just warning this part of my story may be a tiny weenie bit too much for sensitive readers. It's nothing to me but it could bother other sensitive reader's. But I hope some enjoy this story anyway!

That night Emily laid on the floor as she scolded herself with curses and insults. She wanted to cry but tears wouldn't make anything better, she knew that first hand. Of course she still cried every once in a while but even after every tear it did not fix anything, did not make anything better, did not rewind time, did not ease her pain.

And certainly did not erase the past or make her forget it. Which is why that night she had incarcerated herself in her own room. No, she had incarcerated herself in her mind and in her past and in that moment she relived one of her scariest moments.

Emily stared up at the ceiling of her room as she lay on the carpet of her floor that was beside her bed. She lay there like a motionless blob of nothingness.

"That night...it felt like an eternity...it was days...." Emily mumbled quietly to herself in the darkness of her room. The sun has started to set now as she was stuck in her head remembering what she did not want to. Her eyes closed slowly then against her own will, she didn't want to sleep yet but she was very tired.

Past...

Emily walked on what must have been green pastures before but in the middle of the night and now in—in this year—the grass was starting to get gray, like an old person having graying hair. There was fog that night and it matched perfectly with her gloomy mood as she took slow and very unsteady steps to the grave. She was hyperventilating and weeping, her tears running down her cheeks and staining her shirt.

At the sight of the engraved stone with the name, "Alex James Moore", engraved on it she was not only weeping but out right bawling as she ran towards the grave. She was on her knees at the grave, her arms wrapped around the gravestone as she let her tears moisten the stone. She pulled away so she could look down at what had been engraved on the gravestone of her brother.

"In loving memory of a beloved son and brother who departed this world too early.

May 27, 2005 – May 28, 2023"

Emily's finger traced over every word, every letter. Tears rolled down her eyes uncontrollably as she read the words in her mind. She clutched her chest, trying to get a hold of her breaking heart as she read the words below those that were smaller than the rest.

"May this be an example to others...."

She bawled her eyes out and clutched her chest tight after she read that, Emily still couldn't believe her parents had chosen to write that down on his grave. She had tried to stop them before they could officially make that be engraved on her brother's gravestone but they didn't listen to a word she said.

"Lost someone...?" A male voice asked, and then Emily felt a hand touch her hair, as if petting her.

She tried to turn and see who it was but before she could even turn a cloth was put over her mouth and nose. She screamed but it was useless no one else what at the graveyard at this hour and her voice was muffled by the cloth. The cloth kept pressing tighter against her face and she slowly started to lose consciousness and became a slump against the strangers arms.

"I am so so sorry, Little Flower..." The male voice said once he noticed Emily had lost most of her consciousness from being drug induced by him.

"Xavier...?" Emily mumbled subconsciously as her brain finally recognized the voice at the last second before her eyes fully closed and she went into a restless and dark sleep.