My Mate the Angel

Chapter 12

My Mate the Angel

Chapter 12

{ DAY OF EMILY'S DEATH; July 15, 2011}

( Brent's P.O.V )

Running in the woods next to the road as i keep an ear out for Emily is comforting.

I have been watching out for her ever since my first Change.

Today I'm following her to the mall and home with her friend, Sarah.

Emily and Sarah became friends when Sarah moved in next door to Emily.

They've been friends for a few weeks now, but Emily never spends any less time with me then before everything.

Tonight is the Full Moon and so far I've felt overprotective and possessive the whole day towards Emily.

I stopped running for a minute to hear where she was but the only noise i got was terrible.

A crashing and wheels squealing to a stop.

My instincts told me to run and i did.

I got to the collision in just a few short seconds.

Seconds that would have mattered later on.

A blue car and a red truck were smashed together.

The truck had rammed into the driver's side of the blue car.

I smelt blood coming from the blue car.

My sister's car, i realized a second later.

Another second that would have mattered.

"HELP!" someone screams for my sister's car.

Running to the car I first look inside to see the damage.

And there's a lot.

My Emily is unconscious and bleeding badly.

Sarah my sister's friend was the one who had called for help and had a head injury.

"Brent? How did you get here? Never mind. Get Emily out of here! She got most of the impact." Sarah says in a rush, but before she's done saying this I've already got her out and getting Emily out just as fast.

Emily wakes from the movement and sees me.

"Brent, have i ever told you how much i love you? I can't remember if I've ever told you that. But it seems important to tell you that. I'm so tired," My Emily says."Can you just hold me Benjamin? Your very calming and relaxing to be around."

Sirens scream down the road coming towards us.

I hold my Emily as they near, not letting her go the slightest.

Before they get to close i take Emily and run into the woods, far from all the noise.

"Please let me turn you, Em! I can't live without my little Em. Please let me!" I ask of her.

"I would love to be like you Brent. But, i have to go. HE is waiting for me." she tells me before her last breath leaves her body.

I cry over her, remembering all the things that she represented to me.

Joy.

Happiness.

Friendship.

Love.

Fragile.

Innocence.

Comfort.

Pure.

At the funeral a threw a bouquet of flowers that meant these things.

And cried more over her headstone.

This is what was carved into it:

In Loving Memory of Emily Blunt

Daughter of Maria Blunt and Charles Blunt.

Sister to Brent Forks.

1993 - 2011

At the end of the day my father left with our mother and so did Emily's dad.

I fell asleep there next to her grave and had a dream about her.

She was wearing a white satin gown and had white wings like a swan or dove.

The next morning i felt different.

I went running into the woods and traveled without stopping.

I was two states over from where i lived and i finally found what made that feeling.

My Emily.