Everyone has a secret. Emma's reality is mine. The urge to help Emma is fierce, but all I can do is sit and watch. I'd help her and speak out if I could. But I couldn't. I just had to hope that she had the strength to help herself.
We had a close relationship, Emma and me, I knew her since she was little and innocent. It's tragic, what's happening to her. I'm more mature than Emma, much wiser and experienced, but I've never witnessed anything so shameful before.
My mind flashes back to a little princess cuddled up in a corner, her arms wrapped around her tucked up legs, sheltering them. She was in a classroom, upon every wall, apart from one which was replaced with a large bay window, papers of all different shapes, sizes and all filled with different art. There were stick men, colouring outside of the lines, fingerprints, scribbled up and rushed words flying around the room... and alone Emma sat in the corner.
Another girl teased her about her pigtails that single digit old Emma had. I was with her. My spiritual arms wrapped around her as she cried silent tears. I remember being beside her through all hard times, but none like this. I remember trying to fight words out to comfort her. But the idea of a voice coming out of me drifted into oblivion.
And like a wolf, which lost its life in battle, I lost my words.
I was a failure to her, ever since my departure - but I didn't get a choice in the matter.
And that I could never forgive myself for.
I longed to create a destruction of her mind, and that would be greater for her well-being than her reality.
I remember when she smiled. Laughed. And only cried when she had scraped her knee on concrete. But those days were going to end, and I couldn't stop that.
The future was already written, and nothing can change what is designed to happen.
I wish that my love for her, and the love of Stacey and her uncle and darling mother, would be enough to satisfy the world. But we must have given her too much, and as a result, she was punished with acidic love.
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Rotten On Us
General FictionCan pain come so suddenly? It is a hard emotion to fake, but Emma did? That's what everyone said and what everyone believed. But she didn't want to. She was normal in every way, and she'd stay normal. She faked the opposite in fact, and everyo...
