Mute Emma

Chapter Six

Chapter Six
Emma's Pov

I  stood in the kitchen for a while staring at the door before finally walking upstairs and into my room, I have no doubt that the slap is going to form a bruise. I just have no idea how bad it's going to be. To distract myself, I decided to check my email. 

Dear Em,

How is my favorite patient holding up? We were supposed to have a session yesterday, and I know you most likely won't respond to this because you stopped answering my emails months ago, but I do hope you will read this along with all my other emails. I miss our sessions... even though I did most of the talking. Okay, let's face it... I did ALL of the talking.

I hope you are still writing in that journal I gave you, We were almost done with the rainbow colors when you moved away. Did you tell your brother you want to be a writer yet? I know it made you nervous cause you didn't know how he would react. 

How is Cameron doing by the way? Are the people being nice to you? Remember what I always used to say ‘you can be the whole package and still end up at the wrong address. When this happens, the receiver will mishandle you because one, they don't know what to do with you and two, they weren’t meant to have you in the first place’

Well, I hope you get back to me, hopefully, sooner rather than later. I miss you kid! More than you know! 

Sincerely your friend,
- Al.

Al is like my second father. The first journal he ever gave me was red. He gave it to me when I was 8 after he learned that I love to write.

He said every time I complete a journal, that the next one will be the next color of the rainbow.

I am on the one green now so that means I have completed three journals so far... I am almost done with the one I have right now but I doubt I'll finish it any time soon.

I’ve always wanted to be a writer and photographer, ever since Al gave me my first journal. I would write in it so easily... I just felt a passion for it.

But no one knows I want to be one except him. Not even Cam knows and he probably never will because of how much we have drifted apart. 

I take a couple of seconds to wipe away my tears and make a decision to finally answer him after about two years.

Hey Al, 

I'm sorry I haven't answered any of your emails in the past, it's just I could never bring myself to do it. I know that sounds stupid but it's true. I was able to meet Bella and Charlie. It was really awkward meeting the Cullens but Bella is dating one of the sons, Edward. 

Cameron and I don't talk much either; he's always at work, sleeping, or attending his college classes. I did talk to him tonight though. It didn't go so well. I'm even talking now but he didn't even notice it was the first time he's ever heard me talk since I had become mute.

I know my email is kind of all over the place, I hope you could keep up with it. I miss you too. I hope you're not mad at me for not answering you and hope to be able to fill you in on everything that's happened. 

Sincerely, 
Emma

Smiling I wiped my face free of the remaining tears and pressed send. It felt good to be able to talk to someone I know I can trust. My email was completely truthful and I hope he believes me although I'm sure he will. 

Turning my phone off I plug it into my charger and lay down in my bed attempting to try and fall asleep without having any nightmares. 

*Six hours later*

I have probably been laying here in bed staring blankly at the walls for about two hours. I woke up from another nightmare about Mike.

It wasn’t about what he tried to do to me. I don’t care about that anymore, but about his death, I still feel responsible for it.

I mean don't get me wrong, I'm grateful some people found me when he tried to force himself onto me. But he still died cause we left him out there in the woods all alone. 

Now since I know about vampires I know how he actually died thanks to the Cullens telling me, and I still feel guilty. 

Grabbing my phone I turn it on and see a message from Charlie giving me Billy's address.

I glance at the time and notice that it is 8 am giving me half an hour to get ready and drive out to the diner for my morning shift. 

Getting up from my bed I grab black leggings and my work shirt that is a dark maroon color with the words  'CastAway Cafe' written in white letters on the back. 

After putting on my black boots I grabbed my phone again. Walking downstairs and into the kitchen, I see Cameron asleep at the kitchen table, I sigh in relief.

I walk out the door remembering I don't have to worry about lunch as I'm going over to Billy's house.

A/N: edited