Unpredictable (Sequel to Un-be-lieveable)

Chapter 8- The Nightmares Begin

Anthony's POV

It feels like months have gone by since everything has happened. Hell it feels like years that Ian and I have seen emerald. We check on her everyday, but even so it's not the same. She just sits on her bed cross legged, staring blankly in front of her. She never leaves. She refuses to eat, and she's losing weight fast. Her usual adorably full, round face, it's just...not like that anymore. Her cheeks hollowed out, showing her high cheek bones. The term small frame is extended way over. She almost nothing now. It's scary.

She won't talk to anybody. Not me, not Ian. She won't even talk to Allie. I don't know about the others, but I get a response from her. Not verbally, but motion wise. The only thing I ask of her is to show me her wrists everyday, and she does. And everyday there's nothing there. There's no sparkle in her eyes anymore. No blue on them either, it's just grey. No tones to it at all. She a ghost as Ian puts it.

And kalel is mad at me too. She thinks I worry about her to much. And by that she means I love emerald more then her. Care about emerald more then her. And well I guess she's right. I do care more about em, I mean she looks like death! And I've always had a crush on em. Ever since that one little video she sent in, as she cosplayed me, and her friend cosplayed Ian.

I knocked on her bedroom door, even though I knew she wouldn't answer. I then placed my hand on the knob and slowly turned it, opening the door in the process. As i walked in i found Emerald sprawled on the bed motionless. My first instinct was to check her wrists even though the irony smell of blood was non existent. After seeing that she only had the still healing cuts from last time, i came to the conclusion that she passed out from lack of energy. Beside her bed was an old looking guitar. i smiled, it was my old one. i tried learning to play, but i just couldnt grasp onto the concept of it.

it hit me then that she was the one i was hearing music from every night. i chuckled a little. even in her death like stae she cant stand doing nothing all day. She was really good at the guitar. Before all of this drama started she told me it was one of the things that kept her sane when allie left. i smiled, thinking of emerald playing the guitar. ive actually only seen her play a couple of times, when she was trying to teach me again. She was so secret with things like that. So thats how it went, i stayed there in her room, watching her, making sure she kept breathing, until she woke up screaming.

Emeralds POV

I was back home. no not home home in california. Home in New York. Okay by this point i knew i was dreaming. Or maybe the past year was all a dream? Either way i was in my favorite evergreen tree. I would always escape to that tree. i had a big backyard, and many many trees, but this one had the most perfect branch to sit in. The branch was very think, and it was fairly high upo in the tree. My Tech Ed teacher in school let me make a little seat chair thing that i could attach to the tree, then brit and i went out and bought all kinds of fabrics and stuffing's to upholster it with. I sat in this said chair, with my guitar that i painted all sorts of designs on. it varied from random swirls, to quotes, and YouTuber names. And don't forget my favorite video game titles and or symbols. I silently played the small bit of classical gas that I knew, cussing each time I messed a note up. I quickly switched to a very easy song I knew and loved. Smoke on the water by deep purple. It was the first song I learned actually. As I started to play the cords, the world around me grew dark and stormy like. I heard gurgling and popping below me, along with an intense, burning heat emanating somewhere below me. I didn't dare peek down. I had a feeling I knew what is was. I heard a voice too. A cold one that always sent shudders up my spine when I heard it. It begged me to look down, told me it was okay, just sneak a peek. Finally I gave in and looked down at the ground below me. Except there was no ground. It was a vas pit of lava. "What the actual fuck?" I mumbled under my breath. I now knew for sure that I was dreaming. Something snapped behind me, and I whipped my head around, staring my father in the eye. I felt my own eyes bulge as I realized he was trying to kill me. I slung my guitar around to my back and started to climb farther up the tree, seeing it was the only place I could go.

"No use in running honey." He sneered as he grabbed the neck of my guitar, pulling one end of the strap off. He then dropped it, letting it burn, never to be used again. "Oops." He smiled evilly as he climbed after me. Luckily I was leaner and faster then he was.

"Leave me be!" I yelled, choking on a sob. "Toby! Ian! Someone please!!"

"It's no use baby. Your precious brother is powerless, and why would the man who doesn't even know you at all help you, you worthless piece of shit." He said finally snatching the back of my shirt. I felt the tears start to cascade down my cheeks at the cold truth of what my father said. He knocked Ian out last time, and Toby doesn't care about me. What good would they do?

"Please no..." I whispered as he pulled me to him. All I could do was hang on to the branch for dear life.

"Oh yes." He snickered as he kicked my lower back, a shriek escaping my lips. "Now let go!"

"No!" I whimpered as my grip loosened. He yanked my hair, a piece of my scalp letting loose with it.

"Just give up dear, it will be less painful. What do you have to live for?" He whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes, letting the tears roll down in big drops. What did i have to live for? Not much ill say. The babes I guess, Ian, anthony, Allie. I mean, who else is there. Okay jack too. But there just friends and family. They won't miss me much. My grip slackened to the point where my father ripped me off the tree, the little twigs scrapping my arms and legs all to hell.

"Now then, that's a good child." He smiled in triumph. "Good bye now. Forever." He said before pushing me out of the tree.

I hit all the branches on the way down it felt like. I was sure my back was broken, and one of my leg bones was piercing out of my leg.

In a flash it was all gone. And I was back home. Home in California. Screaming. It was burning my throat but I didn't care, I just screamed. I was wrapped in arms, familiar arms. But not the arms I wanted. I heard the door open and I was passed to another set of arms. Ian's arms. Still not the ones I wanted, but better then Anthony's.

Slowly I quieted until I was just crying, but I was able to open my eyes. When I did I was faced with a very concerned looking Ian and Anthony. "What happened?" Ian asked, still holding me close.

They both seemed surprised when I actually answered. And I guess id be surprised too. "Dad killed me. No one was there but him."

AN: yeah...sorry about this sadness chapter. I've been really depressed lately, and well...this happened. I promise next chapter will be a bit better. Soo yeah.

Don't go crazy while I'm gone.

~Browniebuscus <3