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Chapter 21

3/22/16: This is my favorite song of MCR's album and they broke up today. Makes me sad. *sigh*
RIP

~Millicent~

I'm driving to the police station. I assumed she was going to be okay. I assumed because she put on an act for four days after the funeral. I never thought she would do this. I'm sitting in the car with Donovan and some money because I was really wrong about everything. I was really wrong about her actions. I was really wrong about Emily.

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It's currently 2:00 in the morning and I'm writing in this journal again. A lot of shit happened since I last wrote in it. Yes, I got back together with Donovan, but this isn't happy at all. Probably a week ago, one of the greatest people I've ever met, Quinncy Blue Marks, d... P... I don't know how to describe it without sounding like a priest or sounding like someone who's heartless. I'm probably going to be the only one reading this, so I don't have to say it. Not yet.

Anyways, after the funeral, everyone has been treading a little less lightly. Sure, we're gonna miss her like hell and we're never going to forget her, but we're getting better at dealing with this. Like last night. I finally talked with everyone about how I was feeling about Quinn and how I was getting better and I even let Donovan stay over again. In fact, he's still here. Speaking of Don, he's awake now because his phone is ringing.

"Hello?" he answered groggily. "What? Are you serious? I have to, I don't know what to do. She's the most practical person I know. They're sleeping, like I was. I have no choice. We're both coming. We'll be there. Bye."

He hung up and looked at me with sleepy eyes.

"What now?" I asked.

"Emily's been arrested."

"What!?"

"She didn't seriously tell me why, but she gave me a reason and said the bail is low enough for me to pay. Along with the money on her dresser."

"There's more, I can tell. What is it?"

"She said not to tell you because she got into a fight."

"Fight? Emily doesn't fight."

"She did this time. A bar fight."

"Are you fucking serious!? She's drunk?"

"No. She said she just got there and started it."

This didn't sound like Emily. What the hell was going on with her? She was fine earlier.

Do you want me to go too?" he asked as I rushed to put on my joggers and his white hoodie.

I sighed and nodded, knowing he wouldn't let me go alone. I tossed his shirt to him and we got our stuff together to hit the road.

As we were driving, Donovan put his hand on my thigh in an attempt to calm me down. I pushed it off and continued staring out the window. He sighed, making me even more irritated than I already was.

"What is it?" he asked.

"My best friend has been arrested and you trying to comfort me isn't helping!"