You Saved Me (Emison Fanfic)

Ch. 26 - The New Dollhouse

AN: I know I know, some of you are angry, some are beyond impatient, some of you are like ooooh yeeeeah I forgot about that story and others are like thank god, it's about time. Don't worry, I'm feeling each of those.

The reason I wasn't updating anything was because not too long ago, my parents found out that I have been hiding my self-harm and depression and attempts at suicide. I know, you probably were not expecting that were you? Well it's true.

My family is extremely "close" or so they thought and it just broke my parents heart for them to find and read old and recent messages about how I was feeling about them and even my own life. I needed a break from everything, literally. And they were angry and sad and for days I didn't eat, I didn't look them in the eye, I didn't even leave my room.

It took me one week to eat again, and a few more days before I started to talk. It may not seem like I big deal to all of you but I never intended on hurting them, I never wanted them to find out, especially not the way that they did.

I'm not just writing this to answer you guys why I didn't update in forever, I'm writing it to put it out there that whatever hell you are experiencing, if you're going through something...just keep going, roll with the punches and keep your head above the water, it won't be soon, it won't come easy, but something will change and I like to believe the path to getting better will present itself.

Me? I'm on the brink, one foot in that water ready to drown, another on land, ready to take the road less traveled back to feeling okay. So if any of you, I don't care what color of the rainbow your skin is, who you love or how many amazing years the universe has kept you on this planet, I want you to know that I will be the ear to listen to you and the voice to help you through whatever hell or nightmare you think you can't escape.

I know I'll be even better at giving advice now, bc I finally admitted that I had a problem...I still have a problem, it lingers but I'm working on it. I know I won't be alone anymore. And if you feel like you are, you aren't anymore, you ALL have a friend in me, no matter how cheesy that sounds.

; continue, keep going 

So to be totally bipolar and hit you with a change-up:  without further ado, please enjoy this chapter. I love you all.

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Alison's POV

You ever get that weird tingling feeling right before something bad is about to happen? Do you ever feel the moment right before your nightmare goes from bad to worse and you try to tell yourself 'okay, wake up, wake up now!' but your brain is like "no," so then it throws some popcorn in its nonexistent mouth and spits at you, "this is just starting to get good," so you're stuck in the nightmare until you're suddenly not?

I know that feeling all too well. I got the feeling the moment after I read the last text Charles sent me.

And I was right.

This nightmare just went from bad to worse.

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No One's POV

Alison barely walked a few more feet before a small white hand towel was placed over her mouth with a strong hand and muffled 'shhh' was hushed into her ear. She threw what panic she had in fighting it off but soon she felt like she was falling asleep. The cloth was most likely doused in...

'What's that thing called?' She thought to no one in particular.

A million and one thoughts rushed through her mind as she tried to compartmentalize what was happening and what she needed to do.