Cliché, Complicated and Confusing.

7

Emily's POV

After hearing what Noah had to say, I couldn't sleep. Marshall stayed up with me and I felt sad. Like everything happened again. Freya's silence for weeks. How she didn't look at anyone. It was such a dark period and we were finally out of it. Freddie was out of the picture. Freya was herself again. I should've known it was too soon for her to switch from depressed towards happy like she won the lottery. I wished as an older sister I could have stopped all this. After what Freddie did to mom, she broke it off for good. I should have kept her away from him. From going back to him. But she did and she got pregnant. All night my thoughts are circulating how I could have prevented that.

"Em are you still awake." Marshall asks. His voice was raspy and I knew he fell asleep. He sits up and looks at me. "Please dont cry again." He says and I shake my head. "I won't. Go back to sleep." I say and he sighs just looking at me. "You can't beat yourself up too much. Its in the past. You can't do anything about it." He says and I know he's right. I kiss his cheek getting out of bed.

"I need some water." I say walking to the kitchen. It was 7 in the morning already. I decide to skip class and head out to the house. At 9 oclock its just my dad sitting at the kitchen table.

"Hey you." He says and I stand around. "Is Freya sleeping?"

"No, she just went up stairs. Whats up?"

"Nothing much."

"How is college." He asks and I shrug. "Fine." I say picking my nails.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna go see Freya."

"Okay." He says shrugging. I walk into her room but I can't find her. I try the cinema, the gym, my parents room and then last the nursery that was supposed to be for Mason.

"Freya?" I walk in and turn the lights on. She would hide out for hours here sometimes and it was sad. Mason didnt even get to come home to the nursery sh worked so hard on. She thought it was a girl and had it painted pink and yellow.

"Hey." She says. She sat on the floor eating cereal next to crib. "What are you doing here so early?" She asks and I sit down next to her.

"Noah came to my apartment last night in distress." I tell her and she rolles her eyes.

"That snitch."

"He was just worried." I tell her.

"Dad is making me go therapy. I'm over it. Honestly, I have moved on. I haven't cut myself in so long." She says

"I believe you." I say and she looks at me.

"You do."

"Yeah. But you're good at fooling people Freya. We thought you were fine all this time."

"I didn't wanna upset anyone." She says sighing. She pushes her hair behind her ear and sighs again. "I wanna get rid of this room now. To show dad I am finished."

"Really? You will?" I ask and she nods.

"Do you think therapy will be good for me?" She asks and I nod.

"I'll come with you if you want. Just try it out." I tell her.

"I'm gonna call the builders for them bring this room back to how it used to be." She says getting up. Her fingers trail the crib and the toys before nodding.

"Yes, I am ready to put it all behind me. Its a new start." She says and I get up and look at her.

"Are you sure?" I ask and she nods. She gets her phone off the floor and call the decorators. I chuckle and look out the window. I never really realised the view of this room. It looked straight passed the lake and onto the trees.