Not Crazy. {Book 1}

Chapter 26

JJ's Pov:

"Enjoyment is another ones pain." - Tumblr

"Why can't you just end this already?" I asked in pain.

"Because we still have so much more to go." He said smiling at me.

And with that he left the room, leaving me on the ground shaking, it was freezing in here. Or maybe I was just cold because of all the different places I ha blood coming out of me.

The door opened again, making fear full my body thinking of what was too come next.

"Get up."

"Emily?" I asked my voice shaky.

"I said get up." She repeated sternly. Her voice cold and dark.

I looked up at her. She was okay? Alive?

"Oh my god your alive." I whispered smiling, she didn't return the smile, in fact if anything her frown grew deeper.

She turned her head though watching me, taking a moment before grabbing me by my arms and forcing me to stand up.

I small whimper escaped my mouth, it wasn't just because of her long nails pinching into my skin but it was also due to the pain all over my body. Especially in my legs for some reason.

We only walked a couple steps, not very far before she yelled at me to stop.

She hand cuffed my wrists together, and let go of me which was the only support an reason I was still standing.

My body came tumbling down to the ground roughly as she walked away heartlessly.

But of course, my body soon rose to the ground and I was hanging from it yet again.

"Emily!" I cried in pain, my shoulders aching for medical attention.

"Shut up." Her voice was deep and frustrated.

"What happened? El said you were finally remembering-Why?"

"Just be quiet!" She put her hands onto the sides of her head and held it tightly, closing her eyes.

"Stop,stop,stop,stop,stop, stop." She whispered to herself.

I couldn't help but look at her confused.

What was going on with her?

"Emily?.." I asked more quietly.

"Shit!" She yelled, knocking over the small table that held up many if the objects that were used to torture me.

I immediately shut my mouth, and felt my body shake with fear. I was shocked.

"I told you to be quiet." She stated putting her hand through her hair.

The sleeve of her shirt lifted up and I gasped making her look at me quickly.

"Oh my god. What did they do to you?"

"Shut up." She turned away from me facing the wall for a moment.

As she turned I saw another mark on her forehead.

"Oh my god Emily."

"Shut up."

"What have they been doing?"

"You need to stop!" She said getting close to me, anger in her eyes, behind it I saw fear. She was scared.

"How many times did they do it to you?" I asked knowing she was going to freak out at me for not leaving this alone.

But that question made her tensed body relax, and she looked at me dead in the eye, no emotion in her eyes anymore.

"They didn't do anything to me." Her voice wasn't hers-I know it doesn't make sense but it wasn't her talking.

"Of course they did." I stated

"I did this. I killed her. It wasn't them. It was all me."

"What? Killed who? What are you talking about?"

"I did this." She repeated, bending down to the ground picking up one if the fallen-no thrown objects.

"Emily?" My voice cracked.

"I did this. It was all me."

"Who did you kill?" I asked confused, scared.

"I killed her. I did this. They are innocent."

"Emily snap out of it!"

But she didn't she was already pricking my skin with the small needle.

Before I could fight, yell, cry, do anything my body was going weak. All I remember was Emily repeating those same three small sentences to herself.

Like she was trying to remind herself.

And I know why.

I know what they were doing to her-what if they did it to me? No try we're going to kill me. They were going to use Emily to make it look like she killed me.

She's as innocent as I am, even after everything's she's done and doing.

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A/N: Leave comments about what you think is going on with Emily! I'd love to hear your guys's theories!