Waking up in a freezing cold sweat was normal now. Nightmares stopped bothering me. Everything was numb. You could probably stab me to death, but I wouldn't feel any of it. My eyes quickly flung open, and searched the room around me. Nothing. It was just the blue boring bedroom I was used to. My hands searched around till they knew they could support my body. I leaned up, and sighed heavily. The pitch black curtains blocked out any possible sunlight, which I was okay with. I would say happy, but how could anyone be happy in this situation? My dark brown hair fell into my face, and I slipped out of the warm queen size bed and onto the cold wood floor. I brushed the long mess I call hair, and pulled it up into a ponytail. There was a knock at my wooden door, so I went over to it. As I touched the cold silver handle I wished it was him. As the door slowly creeped open, I sniffled holding back what I wished was tears... But I couldn't cry anymore. No more tears left. Once the door was fully open, showing the mess of my room. The shelves thrown off the walls and onto the floor, the books scattered everywhere, the huge hole in the wall, the tissue covered floor, and the broken mirror. My mom pulled my boney body into a hug, which I expected. When I pulled away she put her warm left hand on my left cheek. "Emily, darling. You need to eat." She said showing sympathy. "I'm not hungry." I state looking down at my feet. "You haven't ate in a week..." "I'll eat when Austin comes." "Honey, you know he is dying to get here but his vacation is two more days." "I know." "Look at you, you are just flesh and bones!" "Mom, I just want to be left alone." "At least take a shower, or a nice long bath today please." I just nodded yes, and closed the door. I then went over to my phone. I scrolled till I found Austin's contact. My finger hovered over the call button, just like everyday since the news. However, today my cold boney finger pressed itself onto the screen of my IPhone. I pulled the phone to my ear as it gave out a quiet buzz. After one ring the phone picked up. "Emily!" I heard Austin exclaim exited "H..." I cleared my throat and tried again, "Hey Austin." "How have you been, kiddo?" "That's not even a question anymore." "I know...trust me in two days I'll be there to give you a big hug." "Can't you just come home now?" "I wish...trust me I miss you a lot." "I know.." "I'm really sorry Em, but my family needed this vacation. I just wish I could of taken you with me." "I know, I promised mom I'd take a bath so I'll talk to you later." "Okay bye." "By-" "Emily?" "Yeah?" "Promise me something." "Okay?" "You won't hurt yourself in the next five days." "Okay." "Goodbye." "Goodbye, Austin." I then set my phone down on the soft bed, and grabbed some clothes to change into. I grabbed a black bra and matching underwear, a long sleeve Metallica shirt, and grey sweatpants. I slowly walked into the bathroom, and turned the hot water on. "Jake!" I exclaimed nervously "Sh, it'll be okay Emily." He said in a soothing tone. His fingers lingered around the lock, and then turned it. He turned around and gave me a mischievous grin. I smiled back at him as he grabbed my hand. He then gently pushed my back into the wall, and leaned in. His breath tingled my lips, and caused my heart to pound wildly. He then closed the gap between us. Once his lips touched mine I melted. His lips where soft and warm, and I could stay like this all day. He pulled away, and kissed my neck. I smiled, and then there was a pound on the door. "Who the hell is in here?!" A deep voice yelled out. "It's me dad!" Jake said putting his hand over my mouth. "Hurry up!" Jake got on the ground and realized that his dad wasn't gonna move. He opened up the window, and I crawled out. Before I jumped down to the cold winter ground, I gave him a quick peck on the lips. He smiled, and I let go of the edge. I felt tears sting down my cheeks. I wiped them away, and started taking my shirt off. Once it was off, I sighed. My arms covered in fresh cuts, my rib cage showing. I just closed my eyes, and took my pants off and got in the bath. My eyes where heavy from crying all night, and soon I fell asleep. Which was a horrible idea. Dream I picked up the phone, and happily smiled "Hey ba-" "Is this Emily Jackson?" A strange deep voice said "Yes..." "We are sad to inform you that Jake Blackwood is...dead." The world stopped. My body numbed at the word. My phone slid out of my fingers and hit the ground with a loud bang. Tears poured out of my eyes.I screamed over and over as I threw everything I could touch. After everything was on the ground I ran over to the mirror and punched it with my right hand. The glass shattered, and some pieces went into my knuckle. Blood covered everything, and I just started breaking down crying. My mom ran in, and picked up the phone. She ran over to me, and I curled up into a ball. "Who is this?" She asked "This is officer Ryan, we had to inform Jake's spouse that he was dead." I heard the the other side "H-how?" "Murdered, we need to take miss. jackson in for questioning." My mom told him goodbye, and helped me into the bathroom. She cleaned my bleeding hand, and wrapped it up in gauze. Then we went down to the police station. They sat me down, and a grey haired chubby detective waddled in. "Miss. Jackson, is it?" He asked "Y...Yes..." I whispered still in shock. "I understand that Luke was your boyfriend?" "Y..Yes." I spoke a little louder "Tell me about that." "Well, he we my...my best friend. We planned on going to the same collage and then getting married. Having two children, one a girl and the other a boy. He wanted to name," I laughed sadly," he wanted to name the boy Nacho, so when people where asking him his name he could say 'nacho business.'" "He was funny guy?" "Yeah, he always joked." "Do you know anyone that would want to hurt him? Like...kill him?" "N-No, everyone loved him...but there was this one guy." "Continue." "His name is Miles Johnson, he tried to r-rape me but Jake got in his way." "I see, thank you for your help Miss. Jackson. We are all so sorry for your loss." I slowly opened my eyes as I heard banging on the bathroom door. Tears stained my cheeks, as I got out. I wrapped a towel around my boney naked body, and opened the door. My mom stood there anxious. "Oh thank god, you've been in there for three hours!" She pulled me into a hug, and I just akwardly stood there. She pulled away, and softly kissed my cheek. I closed the bathroom door, and slipped on the black bra and underwear. Then slowly I put on the sweatpants and Metallica long sleeve shirt. I closed my eyes and took a long, deep breath. Once I exhaled I didn't open my eyes, I just stood there in silence looking at the darkness behind my eyes. My phone rang, and I pulled it to my right ear, still not opening my eyes. "Is this Miss. Jackson?" A bored female voice said. "Yes." I stated quietly "We need you to come down to the station." "Okay." I walked out of the bathroom after I opened my eyes, and approached the stairs. "Come on, Em!" Jake yelled from the bottom of the steps clearly nervous. "Don't rush me, I have to be perfect for prom. I have to be perfect for you." "You already are." I smiled and finished putting on my mascara. I gave myself another look in the bathroom mirror, and smiled. I pulled the mermaid black dress, and slipped on my black converse.
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My hair was straightened, and resting on my shoulders. I took a couple steps down the stairs, and then Jake's eyes went wide. He was speechless, which made me giggle a little. After what felt like 5,000 pictures, we finally got to go to prom. I stared at the rest of the steps recalling that night. I softly smiled remembering him tell me that if he could, he would of married me right there. Emily Blackwood, it had the perfect ring to it. My mom caught me staring down at the steps and interrupted my depressing memories. "What's going on?" She asked fixing her ponytail filled with her long dirty blonde hair. Her green eyes filled with reassurance. "They need me down at the station." I stated stepping on the last step, cringing at the creaking noise that sent shivers down my spine. My mom nodded, and drove me down to the station. It was raining today, and it made me feel better. It made me feel like I wasn't alone, and that was nice. I walked in, and the chubby grey-haired detective walked me into this room. It was a line up. A couple people walked in, and then there he was. Miles F-ing Johnson. He had his light brown hair greased back, a black leather jacket, white t-shirt, blue jeans, and his nose ring. I pointed at him instantly. "Is that Miles?" The detective asked putting his warm right hand on my left shoulder. "Y-Yes." Let me tell you a little bit about Miles J. Johnson. He's in a gang, they are the biggest drug gang in Indiana. His girlfriend, is my best friend, Kendra. Do anything to her and your dead, and I didn't approve of them, and I still don't. So, that's why he tried to rape me. I hurt her feelings, so he wanted to hurt mine. Kendra is so beautiful and young, but she was blinded by him. At 15 Mike's convened Kendra to drop out of school and run away with him, and October 5th was the last time I ever saw her. Here I am now, 17 years old with a dead boyfriend and a f*cked up mind. Great. (How do you guys like the new story?! I enjoyed writing it!)
