The Journey

Chapter 2

           As I waited patiently for Emmett to suspect me of being in the hideout, I started looking at the things that we had made together over the years. There was the drag race car we made, all of the pictures we took, etc. However, there were some new photos that I hadn't seen or taken. Some of them were at a funeral. It looked like my funeral, that my grandparents had set up. The boys were standing by "my" coffin. The next one was of Emmett opening it, which I am pretty sure he shouldn't be. Then they took a picture of what was inside. There was a life-size doll in there, and on the photo, one of the boys wrote, "We knew that she couldn't have been dead. Our little Mack is still out there somewhere, and we will find her even if it kills us." Underneath that, each of the boys had written I promise. Maybe that's why Emmett yelled wait when I ran after I had kissed him. Maybe, just maybe, I had made him remember who I was.

CRASH BANG BOOM

          Someone was knocking at the entrance of the hideout. I didn't know which  of the boys it was, so I hid in my old hiding spot. "Get out of our hideout you fake bitch!" It sounded like it was Jake. Then I heard what sounded like Emmett, "Let me see if she'll let me in..she remembers me from somewhere, so she might trust me." Before Emmett even had a chance to knock I threw a big rock at the lever and it opened the door. I stayed hidden in my hiding spot that only Emmett knew about. I wasn't scared of them anymore or anyone for that matter. Yet still something in me told me to stay hidden. "Fuck it, Emmett, she isn't in here!" James exclaimed in a frustrated tone. "Wait if she is Mack then there is one spot that she could be hiding in. Only her and I knew this spot existed," Emmett stated calmly with a sense of hope. I felt some things being moved out from in front of me and I acted as if I had passed out. I felt two arms gently wrap around me and take me out of the hiding spot. "Mack." Once he realized that it was indeed me, Mackenzie Burns, his voice grew more urgent. "Mackenzie! Wake Up!" "Guys she's bleeding!" Emmett sounded so broken when he lifted my shirt sleeve up. I could've stopped him, but I resisted the urge to stop him from seeing the cuts. "Oh my god! She cut herself and from the looks of it she has been since middle school or somewhere around there." He started to try to shake me awake, but I still resisted the urges to open my eyes, hug him, and then kiss him. "Mack please wake up...I love you so much I can't loose you again.." He sounded like he was losing hope, like he was giving up. I couldn't stand putting him through this pain anymore and I opened my eyes. I quickly wriggled out of Emmett's warm, strong, comforting, and protective arms. I pulled my sleeve down and ran. "Mackenzie, wait!" Emmett yelled after me. I hurriedly climbed up a tree that I knew the boys wouldn't think I would be able to climb. While sitting in the tree, I addressed the wound. I searched through my  bag and grabbed some antiseptic and some more gauze. I quickly cleaned the wound and wrapped it. Just then I heard the boys under the tree. I held my knees against my chest and before I knew it, the tears I had held in for all these years, were streaming down my face like Niagara Falls. I heard someone start climbing the tree. It was Emmett; apparently I had started sobbing. "Mack why are you crying?" At that I just snapped and I looked at him and said with  pure and absolute anger, "You try being fucking beat since middle school, being depressed, going back to your old school district for highschool, having your old friends call you the same thing your grandparents do, having them not remember you, accusing you of being fucking fake, being scared all of your life, almost being raped before you run to your freedom! THAT'S WHY I AM FUCKING CRYING! I AM DONE WITH FUCKING LIFE! I JUST WANT TO GO AHEAD AND DIE! NO ONE WANTS ME ANYMORE! NO ONE CARES ABOUT ME ANYMORE!"

           Then Emmett unexpectedly hugged me tight. It wasn't tight enough to hurt me, but enough to make me feel safe.