Central Royalty

Triggered (Part 3)

Emma

As I sit on the edge of the bridge, I look down at the foggy bottom. I hear a car roaring behind me. I turn around.

"I don't need you save me." I say.

It's my mother, she was wearing her costume for her upcoming movie. It sickens me that she would save me dressed like that. 

"What kind of mother are you?" I say.

"I am-"

"Wrong answer. You're not a mother at all. Leave." I say.

"Emma! What's gotten into you these past weeks?!"

"MY POPULARITY! MY BOYFRIEND! Those are the two most important things in life! What am I supposed to do without them?!"

"You can be a strong independent woman, Emma!"

"This is 2015! Not 2014!" 

Mother walks back into the car and sits down, hands covering her face. She sighs into hands and sheds a tear.

"Please, mom. Go."

"I can't, Emma. You're my daughter. I just don't know how to make you feel better. I'm trying so hard to be a mother, you're not making this easier."

"And it's my fault? Please. Go. I hate you. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU!"

Her eyes widen and become watery. I slam the door in the car and she just looks at me. She drives away. I go back to the edge of the bridge and stare at the bottom. I'm going to do it. I stand up and take a deep breath. A siren turns on behind me and I scream. I slip and fall off the bridge. Thankfully, I grab onto the ledge in time.

"HELP! POLICE!" I scream.

I hear the siren getting louder as it comes towards me, hopefully.

"Help!" I continue to say.

My high heels fall off my feet and I start to cry. THAT WAS THE ONLY TYPE IN THE WORLD. I swing my legs back and forth. Eventually I feel a hand grab mine. The police pull me up.

"Faith..." I say.

"Oh honey." She says.

Macky

"Let's get drunk!" Hannah says.

Hannah and I scream as we wait to get admitted to the bar! Fake ID's and everything. Rachel behind us is shaking. 

"I have a bad feeling about this." Rachel says.

"You need some fun in your life, Rachel!" Hannah says.

"And what's more fun than alcohol?" I add.

"Finding out who the tiger is! That seems like a great case." Rachel says.

"Oh," I say, "I think you'd die trying."

We finally enter the bar, and see people just chilling. No big deal, yet.

"Buy me some tequila, Rachel." Hannah says.

"Okay." Rachel says.

Hannah and I sit at a booth and we start talking.

"We didn't assign the designated driver!" She says.

"You obviously." I answer, "You're used to the alcohol in your body. Your blood is probably alcohol. You know what to do."

"I haven't driven since like-"

"Doesn't. Matter." I say.

Rachel walks up to us and she hands us shot glasses and the tequila.