I'm Sorry

14. Fatalistic Little Emily

Emily woke up alone. Mike was no where to be seen, and sound was no where to be heard. Chris' coat was still wrapped around her shoulders. She could still picture Ashley's letter in her head, asking, no, pleading Emily to keep that coat safe. Emily would go through with that if it cost her her life.

Emily started to wonder what could've happened to Mike. She figured he wasn't dead, at least not yet, because the sounds of a fight or a scream hadn't woken her. So where was he? She tried to think like Mike would.

He tried to kill her, didn't he?

Emily tried to shake this thought away, knowing he could've easily been attacked or killed by attempting to do this, but she couldn't. It just sounded so Mike that she was almost 100% sure this was the case.

She stood up. If anything had happened to him, she had to find out. She walked carefully over to the door, nervous of what she might find waiting outside.

Emily had never been one for conspiracy theories, but she couldn't help but think about what could actually be going on here. Was Mike working with Beth the whole time and this was all a setup to get her killed? Was Beth blackmailing Mike? Was it the other way around? Was Mike already dead? Did Mike kill Beth?

Emily decided to stop. She knew this was paranoia. But it seemed rightly placed at the moment. She walked forward and opened the door in one swift motion. There was nothing waiting outside the door. No Beth ready with a knife. No Mike waiting with a bloodied face and smile. No dead bodies. Emily took this as a good thing.

She walked into the hallway. The walls had never seemed as claustrophobic to her as they did now. The small space left nowhere to run, and the tiny area gave Emily a headache. She continued forward anyway, ignoring the creaks in the floorboards as she walked.

She reached the living room. The fire was going strong. There were no bodies. There were no people. Emily was terrified. She knew she couldn't continue searching like this. The thought of any of this at all was enough to make her pass out from stress.

Emily sat down on the couch in front of the fire. She looked at the fire for a little while before she noticed that this fire was only started a few minutes before. It had been put out. She could see the remnants of it in the corners of the fireplace.

Chills rushed down her spine. Maybe the somehow revived fire could mean everyone had a chance after death? No. It meant that death was still here and ready to strike. Emily backed away from the fireplace, dread rushing through her. She was going to die, wasn't she? She didn't want to die.

She realized she needed a way to tell people about what happened because she herself wasn't going to be able to. She noticed a notepad and pen on the table. She picked it up and began to write.

When she finished, she left it sitting on the table, knowing Beth probably wouldn't care enough to notice it. No longer knowing what to do, Emily sat on the couch and accepted her fate.

About three minutes into this, her face was covered in an odd-smelling cloth. She didn't even fight to take it off as dreariness washed over her. In fact, she smiled a bit knowing it was going to be over this painlessly.

Wait, but this is chloroform..

Emily started to struggle to get it off her face, knowing it was going to lead to a much worse fate to let it work. But she had started too late. Her muscles were weak and her eyes were starting to close involuntarily. But then she had any idea. Instead of struggling, Emily quickly ducked downwards, knocking the cloth out of Beth's hands.

Emily picked it up, staring her attacker in the face. She smiled, and then jumped at Beth, pinning her to the ground, and covered her face with the cloth. "Dramatic turn of events," she thought.

She felt Beth's struggle growing weaker as each second went by. The adrenaline she had started to fade away. She realized how tired she was. If her eyes closed, she would literally pass out.

Beth had been smart. She had placed her hand over her face so she wasn't actually breathing it in (I don't know if this is actually how it works but go with it haha). She knew inhaling that much chloroform would make Emily pass out sooner or later. She just had to wait.

Emily was so tired. Why wasn't Beth unconscious yet? Emily's eyes drooped. She knew she didn't have much fight left in her. She blinked, but her eyes stayed closed. She passed out and landed on the hardwood floor, still on top of a laughing Beth.

Beth wrapped a scarf around Emily's hands, tying it in a secure knot. She would do the same to her feet when they had arrived at their destination. Beth picked Emily up and swung her over her shoulder, and walked towards her room. Mike was already in there, but Emily would join him shortly.

Beth pulled open the door quietly, not wanting to wake either of the two sleepers. She put Emily in the corner of the room, for she had no where else for her to be. She tied up Emily's legs and blindfolded her. Beth put Chris' coat on her for good measure. She looked proudly at Emily as if she was a finely wrapped present.

Beth knew Mike would wake up any moment, and she'd have to be out of the room for that. He'd need a second to take in his surroundings. She felt sort of bad for Mike, as Sam was dead. Wait, no she didn't. Beth realized that if she was going to leave the room, she probably should soon. But for now, she just thought of Emily.

Poor fatalistic little Emily.

A/N
hey next chapter is the last one before the epilogue
I've actually been really excited to write the ending so that should be fun
I have a whole plan for the epilogue too
I hope you guys like this I've had a lot of fun writing this tbh
bye