What happened this Summer, Emma Carter?

Chapter Two

I froze in place trying to let all that happened so far sink in. It was nearly impossible. I couldn't stay quiet anymore.
"Mom...what are you talking about?" I questioned lightly. She stood up from my bed and looked down at me. I can't explain her facial expression. My brain felt as if it was numb.
"Emma, stop pretending you don't know. At this point I don't know what to believe anymore. You were missing for three months. How am I supposed to know what you did within those three months? Nobody knows except for you."

"But Mom. I don't know what you are talking about! Make me take one of those lying tests so I can prove to you that I didn't do anything! When I tell you the last thing I remember is being at the club with Bella, I am telling you the truth! But please you have to believe me!" I started crying again. I stood up from my bed too fast making me almost fall down. Before my mom could catch me I grabbed onto my beside table and helped myself back up.  "Look at me!" I ordered. My mom looked away. "God dammit mom look at me!" I screamed. She finally looked me in the eyes. "Look at me. Really look at me. You know me better than anybody. You know how important my body physic is to me so why would I drive myself to insanity by becoming anorexic?  Right here in this moment I am telling you that I don't know what happened and regardless if I knew or didn't know why would I kill these girls you are talking about?" I paused at this moment I lost all patience for this conversation so I cut it off short. "Now let's just get ready for the interrogation."  I could tell the conversation didn't go so well because she looked down at the ground as if she was disappointed and then walked out of my room closing the door behind her.

I stood there in complete shock due to what I had woken up to. How can I possibly forget? It's all here. WAKE UP AND SMELL THE ROSES EMMA! You must remember. This is getting really pathetic. You remained strong and intelligent for three months. Now look at you! You are nothing, but a weak, pathetic, anorexic, coward. You my friend...are a legend. If only you and I could remember. Well I mean of course I remember everything. Every second. But this isn't the right time for you to remember. When the time is right I will stop pretending to be as clueless as you are and open your eyes to reality.

After trying to put all the pieces together and yet not managing to get any progress I remembered that I probably had only 45 minutes left to get ready for whatever was coming next. I walked as fast as I could (without passing out) to the bathroom and turned the shower head all the way to the left so I could make sure the water would stay hot. While I was waiting for the water to get to the perfect temperature I took off the pajamas I was wearing and set them in the dirty clothes bin that was placed inside of my closet. After realizing the shower was now ready I examined myself in the bathroom mirror. 

The long soft hair I once had was now basically completely gone. The full breasts I remember having were now smaller by what looked like two whole sizes. Rather than having my what was toned legs, abs, and butt were all now gone and dull. My abs had transformed into a skinny stomach with ribs as protection. My butt that made it very obvious to everyone that I did my squats was barely a bump. Then my legs...the two things that I treasured the most about myself were gone. Nothing existed anymore besides skin and bone. I was a walking skeleton. 

I stepped into the shower and the hot water took me instantly by surprise. I screamed in terror as I struggled to escape the heat. 

"You're filthy and need to be bleached from your sins!" A voice screamed from the beyond. I pulled my arms up as protection and held them above my face. The boiling hot water ran itself down my scalp making it feel as if my long hair was getting burnt away. I couldn't keep my arms up for much longer. The hot water affected my armpits the most making them boil as I stood there. I continued to scream and cry at the same time hoping that someone could hear my pleas. 

I opened my eyes and remembered where I was. I tried to calm myself by reminding me that whatever I saw right now was just a night terror or something. Or a panic attack for no reason at all. For the rest of the shower I made it quick and simple to try to avoid what had just happened as much as possible. 

As thirty minutes passed I was all dressed and ready to go, but it took me longer than expected since all the high school clothes that once fit me three months ago were extremely loose now. Rather than being a size seven in pants and a medium in shirts I had to be a size zero or three in pants now and an extra-small in shirts. I couldn't take this confusing nightmare anymore. What happened this summer?

"Emma! Are you all ready?" I heard my mom yell down the hallway. 

"Yeah!" I responded as I tried setting up a purse to bring. "Where is my phone?" I whispered to myself before my mom barged in the room. "Two things. Can you knock first and have you seen my phone?" I asked while searching the desk. 

"Well when the press and the police are accusing my daughter of murdering innocent girls I think you have lost the privacy privilege and no I have not seen your phone since you haven't been living with me for the past four years. Which by the way when we found you two days ago you had nothing on you, but the clothes you were wearing." She replied while leaning against my bedroom door waiting patiently. 

"Okay fine I give up." I threw the purse on the bed and followed her downstairs and right as she was going to open the door she stopped herself, sighed, and then rolled her eyes. "What is it?" I asked. 

"Just...brace yourself. Don't say anything." She ordered then opened the door. Immediately I was bombarded with questions the first one making me finally understand that this wasn't a dream. 

"Emma!"

"Emma!"

"Emma Carter!"

"Emma! How did it feel when you brutally murdered your best friend?" My heart dropped. 

"W-wait...Bella...?" I froze in the middle of our front yard and tried processing what was just asked.