Her Savior from Suicide....Is Immortal?

Chapter One: Can I Die?

*Alarm goes off* It's 6pm, time to wake up for work after my nap.

I groan as the alarm beeps in my ear and I turn over and shut it off. Five more minutes I thought to myself. "five more.....min-...." I must have dozed off because I woke up and it was 6:30. "Shit! I have to get going! My boss is going to kill me!"

I get ready and get dressed and I'm off to work In an instant. I hop on a bus and take my brush out of my purse and brush my hair out. I put it up in a quick bun before getting off of the bus.

I walk through the back door hoping no one would notice except...my boss was standing there waiting for me. I felt my heart drop into my stomach and I felt the bile rise in my throat. I was going to be sick. I turned around and ran outside and hurled into the dumpster, I felt my bosses cold dead eyes stare right through me. I knew he was mad but when I turned around after wiping my face off I could tell he had sympathy for me.

"Go home Emily, I can see your sick." He said to me with a warm voice. I was shocked, he never let me go home when I had mental breakdowns so why would he let me go home now?

"But sir I need the money for my med-" He stopped me in my tracks with his cold finger pressed up against my lips clearly telling me to stop talking.

"I will give you your paycheck with tonight's pay included, now go home Emily." I knew him and there was something wrong, did something happen? Or was he just in a good mood? Either way I turned away and started to walk to the bus stop, but I felt something stop me. A cold hand on my shoulder firmly holding me in place. It was my boss, he had came closer to me than he ever has been. He whispered in my ear," if...you have sex with me."

I was shocked and in fear, I couldn't handle it. I was already tormented by my parents murders and he knows that. I fell to the ground out of his reach and quickly got up and ran to the bus stop. I started crying, the bus just left and I was out here alone...with my boss.

I turned around to see him so close to me, too close to me. I stepped back but he pulled me into his arms, he knows I'm weak and can't fight back so I squirmed in his arms until he held my head still and that stopped me from squirming. I didn't want to get raped...please dear lord let this be a bad dream.

He planted his crusty lips onto mine and kissed me, I didn't kiss back. I was disgusted, I just wanted to run home and never go back. " Let me go!" I argued but he only tightened his grip on me when I said that so I knew if I argued I would soon be dead. He pulled something from his pocket and I couldn't make out what is was until.... A syringe?!  He was going to drug me! Oh no, please! Please! I felt a pinch on my arm and soon my vision started to spin. I couldn't stand and my eyes felt heavy. No, I can't fall asleep and let him win. I just can't! "I can't let you win! You monst-..." I was out cold.

I woke up in the dumpster I threw up in last night. My boss was no where to be seen and I had bruises and cuts all over my body. I had a pounding head ache and my.....*ahem* parts, were sore. I started to cry as I got out of the dumpster, my clothes were torn and I was filthy. I needed to go to the police, no. I wanted to go home and curl up in my bed and cry. I just needed to be in the safety of my own home before going out into the world again.

I got home and face planted into my bed and started to cry. I had no where to go, no one to call, nothing. I just wanted to cry for the rest of my life and sit here being alone. I had to turn that pervert in though, if I didn't he would get away with what he had done to me last night.

I pull out my phone and dial: 9-1-1

I hear it ringing and an operator picked up. "911 what is your emergency?" Her sweet voice filled my head and I was so happy to have someone on the other end of the line. I started to sob," Please help me, I just got raped and I'm in so much pain." I let all of my tears flow. "Are you ok mam? Where are you? I am going to send help."

"I am at my apartment because I couldn't stand being alone in the street where I was raped. I just needed to get to the comfort of my home." I heard her sigh in relief on the other end of the line. "That's ok mam I understand, now what is your name and address I am sending an ambulance and cops over right away."

"My name is Emily Wickon and my address is Beltion Ave. Route 22. My apartment number is 2B." I said trying to fight back tears. "Ok Emily help is on the way."

"Thank you." I said finally letting the tears held back  loose and roll down my checks. "No problem Emily, would you like me to stay on the phone until they arrive or are you ok?" She said with a welcoming voice. "I'm alright but thank you for the offer. Have a great day miss-.." I paused, I never got her name. "Juliet" she said as if she knew I wanted to know her name. "That is a very nice name, anyways. Bye" I said with a warming tone. "Goodbye, I hope they catch your attacker."

*click* "Oh they will." I said to myself without any concern of neighbors hearing. All I could think of was last night. Images kept popping into my head of the incident. I just wanted to die. I repeated those words in my head.

I just want to die. Can I just die? Why am I not dead. I knew I was depressed but I have never been suicidal, up until now. I got up and went into the kitchen. There it was, right on the counter. Waiting for me to pick it up. A knife. I grabbed it and sat down on my bed. I couldn't take this anymore, i just want to die.

*knock knock* it was the police."Emily? It's the police, my name is Officer Gary. Can you open up so we can take a look at you? NO I WANT TO DIE! I wanted to shout out at the top of my lungs. But I choked on my words, I finally let out a gasp and said," I can't....I just want to die...leave me be." That must have shocked them. "Emily?! Emily please! Let us in! Don't do it please I beg of you don't!" He started to pound on the door. "Why not?!" I said with venom in my voice. The pounding got louder,"OPEN UP! WE ARE GOING TO HAVE TO TAKE THE DOOR OFF ITS HINGES IF YOU DON'T OPEN IT RIGHT NOW!" I didn't care, do it. I dare you.

Suddenly I saw the door fly off its hinges and they saw me with the knife to my throat crying."Please go away...." They stepped closer easing their steps towards my direction. Their hands out in front of them, I have seen this before in tv shows but never thought I would see it in real life. Towards me. "Step any closer and I'll do it." I wasn't joking, I really wanted to die. "Em please don-" I cut him off," Don't call me Em!" I snapped. I didn't care if he was a police officer or not, no one calls me that. No one.

"I-I'm sorry, nobody has called me that in ages. Mainly because I have no friends or family and that was my nick name my parents used to call me......and they were kil-.." I trailed off about to cry. I loosened my grip on the knife but gripped it tightly shortly after. Tears streaming down my red cheeks, I held the knife up to my neck. I felt a little stream of blood come out. I smirked, I was so close to ending it. But something stopped me, was it because of my parents' death that stopped me? Or was it the fact that I had people around me trying to stop me, people who cared. People who would talk to me all day if I wanted them to.

I lowered the knife and dropped it on the floor, I hugged my legs to my chest and started to cry. "Shhh, it's ok Emily. Everything will be ok." Officer Gary picked me up and put me on a stretcher, I just wanted to die. Why didn't I do it? After I get out of the hospital, that's the time to do it. I would probably be put in a mental hospital though, gah! I just wanna die!
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I woke up and I was in the hospital, Officer Gary was sitting next to me in a chair in the corner. "How do you feel Emily?" I tired to look over but a sharp pain rain up the front of my neck. I yelped out in pain and tears started to form in my puffy red eyes. I felt the tears find their way down my cheeks and onto my neck.

"So I'm guessing that's a no on the feeling well part eh?" I mumbled," yea." He frowned," well I have to get back to work I'll come check on you later." He said with a warming voice.

"Wait...-" I felt the word slip out from my lips. "Hmm?" He turned around on his heels. "Why do you care about me?" I couldn't stop myself, the words were just falling from my lips. "Because, I don't want anyone to die. I love everyone, juuust not the crooks I lock up." we both gave each other a faint smile and he walked out. My eyelids felt so heavy that I could almost go to sle-....