Upside Down

(44) Breaking Free Of Hell ... And One Direction

~~ I am so sorry. Seriously, so sorry. I'm trying really hard to getting back on this story and a sudden fit of inspiration hit me so yeah. I've just been caught up with 1. work 2. Friends 3. my birthday 4. my really sucky birthday party 5. feelings 6. life 7. HOMESTUCK 8. How much I love/hate homestuck 9. Homestuck is on hiatus 10. my sister 11. my dogs 12. drawing 13. more drawing 14. A NEW STORY I THOUGHT OF!! READ ENDING FOR STORY SYNOPSIS and I need help with a title of the story.

Chapter 44

One Direction : Evie :: Feces : Emerson

"SLAM!" The cell doors shut and I couldn't stop the ringing in my head. It's offical, my brain has turned to mush.

I could smell urine and feces emanating from the corner of the new cell they tossed me in. A cell with thicker walls, more rats, and even worse smells. Then on top of that, my new cell seemed to be close to a lot of other people's cells. I could hear howls and mews and cries of agony. It reminded me of when I first when to a dog pound, all of them locked behind bars and howling and yapping, so full of painful noises.

"E-Emerson?" A soft voice called out and I instantly recognized my sister's fragile voice.

"Eve? Is that you?" I called back, wrapping my hands around the bars, feeling it give softly under my hands. If only I had my strength right now I would easily break the bars but they had beat the strength and the shit out of me ... twice.

"Oh thank god! I was so worried," Her choked voice whispered back, sounding like she was on the verge of crying. "Em, I'm so scared. I don't know where we are, I was just tossed in this cell and-"

"Wait! Evie, have they done anything to you, are you harmed at all?" I asked.

"N-no, they just put me-e in this cell and left."

"Okay, Evie." I said in the most calming voice I could manage at the moment. I could think of a way out of here, but I was pretty sure it wasn't going to work. "Eve ... I'm not feeling too good and I know this is asking a lot but I need you to get mad."

"W-what? Emerson, I d-don't know-"

"Evie, this isn't up for discussion! I need you to do this, please, for me."

"But Emerson!" She protested, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Then I guess you leave me with no choice ..." I sighed regrettably. "I'm gonna sing One Direction."

"What? Emerson, no."

"Then do as I say."

"I can't!" She shouts.

"Goddammit Eve I swear if you don't get mad right now I'm going to sing!"

"Fuck you, Emerson! I don't want to get mad!"

"You're insecure-"

"Emerson, no!"

"Don't know what for."

"Emerson, shut up!" She shouts and the howling around us grows louder.

"You're turning heads when you walk through the doo-o-or!" I sing with even more volume, nearly screaming now. It didn't sound good, in fact I'm pretty sure what I was doing was called yelling not singing.

"Emerson! Shut the hell up!"

"Don't need make-up, to cover up, being the way you are is enou-ou-ough!" I'm actually kind of disturbed by how much I know of this song. Like I almost hate it as much as Evie does and yet I know so fucking much of it. "Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you!