Not Crazy. {Book 1}

Chapter 21

JJ's Pov:

"When you close your eye you can see the tape rewind." -Skylar Grey

"Emily!" Hastings yelled, after a few minutes she came in and I didn't even bother looking up at her.

I focused on my own pain, the cuts he just made on my arm that was bleeding.

"Clean this up, and clean her up." He said walking out of the room, taking the knife with him.

I closed my eyes, my eyelids deep and heavy, they felt like small wights.

I heard a door close, and then reopen in a few seconds.

A soft arm wrapped my arm around her neck, and helped me up off of the ground gently, and sat me back down onto the wooden stuff chair.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, my eyes avoiding to look at her.

If I did, I would somehow forgive her-I wouldn't believe that she was doing this on purpose.

She stopped for a minute, and then continued to tie my wrists to the chair.

"I thought I already made it clear." She said moving to my other arm, I watched her reacting as she saw the giant white cloth that was bled through already.

"Your bestie shot me." I said pointing it out, strong sarcasm in my voice.

"R-right. I knew that." She paused.
"Bestie?" She asked whispering to herself like she didn't know what it meant.

My body ached, and I just wanted to go to sleep, but I knew that wasn't going to happen.

Unless they drugged me.

"What did they do to you?" I asked finally, in disbelief.

She ignored me and tied my feet to the chair, not too tight.

"Emily." My voice was stern but weak.

She wrapped another piece of cloth around my wrist. And then took off the one on my arm.

"Emily. What are you doing?" I asked wincing at the air hitting the bloody skin.

She picked up the small cotton ball, and put some rubbing alcohol on it.

"This is going to hurt." She said, gently dabbing it onto the wound, that throbbed and was definitely going to leave a nasty scar.

I closed my eyes tightly in pain, screaming out loud, even though it isn't help with the pain.

"Stop screaming!" She said taking it off, in a panicked voice.

"It hurts!" I yelled defensively, pointing out the obvious.

"I'm not supposed to be doing this-so if you get us caught-"

"What do you mean your not supposed to be doing this he said to clean me up."

"He meant to just put some band-aids on your arm and leave you."

"Why are you even helping me then?!" I asked rudely.

"Because!"

"Because?! That's all I get?! Almost nine years of friendship and I get a because?!"

"Keep your voice down!" She repeated this time her voice quiet and soft, like the old Emily I recognized. But she seemed scared. Why was she so scared?

"Why?!"

"Your not going to like this. But I'm going I have too." She said, putting the bandana back into my mouth.

I glared at her, but she didn't notice, she dabbed the Cotten ball onto my arm again, and I screamed in pain-again.

But this time it came out in muffled noises.

My head tilted back and I clenched my fists waiting for this to be over. It was going to end soon.

My own nails punched the palm of my hands that they started the bleed-not a kid just a small couple of drops.

A few minutes later, she stood up and pulled the bandana down so it hung around my neck loosely.

"There."

I looked at my arm and saw it was stitched up, she placed the needle on the floor next to me.

"Okay." She whispered quietly, I didn't know if it was to me or herself.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked again hoping she'd answer truthfully.

"I already told you-"

"Your not working with them. I'm not stupid-you couldn't even remember my name. What happened?"

She shook her head and walked towards the door.

"Emily!"

"I can't." She said shaking her was again
"B-because I don't-" she paused and bit her lip to make herself stop talking.

"I just can't."

"Why not?"

"You really want to know what happened? Okay you know what? Fine. You. You happened." Was all she said before she opened it and slammed it shut behind her.

I happened?

What did that even mean?

There was a loud thud outside of the door that made me jump.

I heard what sounded like thunder...which was followed by a small cry.

There was gunshots.

What was going on?