Alone ~R.S.L.~ #Wattys2016

07

4 months have passed.

Four long months since I last saw her beautiful face. Since I hugged her to sleep. Since my mind was stupid enough to let her be paranoid.

The day she left made severe effects on me. It was like a part of my heart was cut out. On top of all the cuts on my wrists.

I thankfully here her voice from outside sometimes. It puts a little smile on me despite my state.

More parents came picking out some of the best kid they'd find. Not to my surprise, I was never a choice.

In a few months I'm turning 18. Who knows where I'd be able to live then?

"Aren't you going to make your bed? Time us running late and everyone's about to sleep, " Mrs. Harold scolded making me furrow my eyebrows slightly. "I just made-" I mumbled looking at the hot mess of a room.

Giggles rang through the hallway, in a mischievous way. Carly.

"Haven't I told you to stay away from my fucking room?" I whisper yelled, my face red from madness.

"Woah there, shuck face," Max bugged in, moving in front of the slut in a way to shield her, "she's mine dude, you wanna have fun, you look for another kitten around the building. That is if you were something to them. "

"This is none of your shitty business. And I ain't a man whore who goes around looking for pussies to fuck. and by the way, tell your little slut to stop going on and out if my room. I'm not available for a night with her, " I replied before going into my bedroom, nudging his shoulder.

I sighed heavily, running my hand through the long messy mop of a hair. When is this going to finally stop?

Plopping down the bed, I stayed in silent hoping I get to hear Emily's voice tonight.

I missed her.

I missed her touch, I missed her kindness, I missed her dorkiness, her braveness, her self company.

Most of all, her wildness .

I missed that blond silky hair of hers. Those dark, attractive eyes, that lace white dress.

I miss her.

My thoughts came to a halt when I heard a high pitched scream. The voice rang through my ear too clearly, I almost shoot up.

And yet again, it called making me frown. The same scream with a higher pitch.

And another one. One that made me realise that it was called for help

From me

Someone needed my help. Someone close? I don't know.

All that I know is that I was destined to help. Which is why I immediately ran out of the balacony, and into the woods.

With every closer step, I heard a soft sob. It was almost too familiar to not know. It was Emily's.

My Emily.

I ran to the source as fast as I could, my heart racing by every second.

"Pain," I heard a soft mumble, making my breath hatch. I crept to my left, an opening coming in view.

I walked closer seeing a small body layed down in a ball.

Blond locks covered her face. Emily's face. Her lace dress layed beside her, teared into pieces, only her underwear covering her petit body.

It was then that I realised, she's been forced.

"Emily?" I spoke softly, Making her head shoot up to me.