dirty little secret [dark l.p]

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(A/N:) this chapter probably sucks because I've have a horrible day and I just want to cry so please just understand.

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Emily's POV

By the end of the day, I'm exhausted and sad. This whole day has been horrible, mainly because of what happened earlier, when I was writing. I've been paranoid, because of what happened on the staircase. Lets just say my emotions are confused, and the worst thing has come back to me once again.

When I was 14 I was diagnosed with depression. How did I find this out? Well, ever since I was 13, my emotions were changing, and realization hit me. I understood more than I did when I wasn't a teenager. My mom told me every detail about my fathers death, even though I remembered it from my nightmares. Ever since that day, I felt sad and alone. All my friends had perfect families and perfect lives, unlike me. They all had a loving mother and father, with no family problems. It made me sad, and I guarantee I cried myself to sleep every night. It got worse, and worse. By the time I was 15, I was seeing things, scary things. I would see dark shadows, or a dark body in the middle of the night while lying in bed. I wouldn't go to sleep after that, I would just cry. I would think that it was my father, coming back to me, and trying to communicate with me. I know I was stupid, but I actually thought it was him. I would talk all night to the strange shadow, even though it was my mind playing tricks. My mom started to notice, so she sent me to a therapist. To my luck, my therapist gave me pills for my depression, and the shadows started to go away. I also felt myself becoming happier, and it's been like that until the other day when I had the dream about my father. It was probably because I ran out of my pills, and my next prescription wasn't until this Friday.

I sighed, taking a deep breath, as I walked out of the large building. I sat on a bench near the large parking area, before pulling my cellphone out of my bag.

"Hello?" Liam answered.

"Hey Liam, classes are done now." I faked a happy voice.

"Okay I will be there in a second." Liam said, and with that he hung up the phone.

I say quietly on the bench, watching the people walk by me and into their cars. I looked straight across from me, where a saw a very dark shadow. I gasped, almost loosing my breath as I noticed what it was. It was the shadow, from earlier in my life.

The shadow seemed to be coming closer, until a hug group of people walked past. When the people were done walking past, the shadow was gone.

I gulped, looking back in front of me. I sighed in relief as I saw Liam's car pulling up near me.

Almost rather fastly, I swung the door open, quickly getting in the car and shutting the door.

"Woah in a rush, are we?" He laughs, and I let out a dry, fake laugh. My eyes focus in front of me; lifeless.

"Yeah," I smile. "I'm starving, lets go get some food." Liam smiles at me, putting the car in drive and turns of campus.

"So, how did today go?" He asks, and I shrug.

"Okay." I answered simply. Liam looked over at me, raising an eyebrow.

"Want to tell me what happened?" He asks, stopping at a red light.

"Well.. I felt like someone was following me today." As soon as I say this, he looks over at me.

"What?" He urges me to keep going.

"I took the staircase, instead of the elevator, and I could hear footsteps behind me, but every time I turned around there was no one there. Just me." I explain. I feel like I should tell Liam about the note, and the text messages, but I can't. I want to keep Liam safe, I wouldn't want him getting hurt.

"Fuck, I'm never leaving you alone again." He slams his hand against the steering wheel.

"Well here's the thing Liam.." I pause, and take in some air. "It could have been a real person, or maybe not. Like what if it's a.. Ghost?"

Liam shrugs.

"I doubt that, Emily. Just don't be worried, I'm going to be with you now no matter what. You know, you could always take your classes online, so you can stay at home." He says. I don't say anything, I just lean my forehead against the cold window.

"So, want Chinese?" Liam asks, changing the subject.

"Yeah that's sounds good." I say, turning to look over at him. His eyebrows furrow together, like he's thinking of something. I hope he hasn't realized that I'm crazy. Just talking about how I thought there was a spirit following me, sounded like I belonged in a mental institution.

We end up taking our food on the go, because I didn't feel like being in large crowed areas right about now.

I unlock the door to my apartment, quickly setting down the burning hot food, on to the counter. Liam follows behind me, setting his food down also.

"I think I'm going to take a shower before I eat." I say to Liam, hiding my face from his.

"Okay." He says, not bothering to look at me. His grabs a fork from the kitchen, while opening a carton of noodles. I silently walk out of the living room, and open the door to my bedroom. The tears start to fall, and I fell my old self start to form again.

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"Why have you been acting so weird lately?" My current best friend Alexa asks me.

"I'm not." I stutter, playing with my fingers, while looking down at my converse.

"Whatever you say.." She says, turning her back to me and letting out a laugh to the rest of my so called friends.

"Wait!" Andrea, another one of my "friends" cuts in. "Are you like one of those people who cry and are all depressed all the time?" She laughs, while everyone stares at me.

"I-I.." I don't really know what to say, but I can feel the tears brimming my eyes.

The bell rings, and I immediately grab my books, and dash out of the classroom.

I lean up against my locker, letting my eyes drift to the end of the hallway where I saw my real friend. Or should I say, the shadow.

The shadow slightly waved at me, and I smiled. I must look like a weird freak right now, but I guess that's what I truly am.

"Hello my dear Emily." I hear a voice say, and I want it to be my fathers.

"Are you going to be like your father, and follow in my footsteps?" I now know it's my father, and by now I'm letting tears fall from my eyes. I completely blocked everyone else out, so it's only me and the shadow in the entire hallway.

"Maybe." I cry, taking a step towards the shadow.

"Do it." The voice sounds like it is smiling wickedly and cruelly at me.

"Emily!?" A voice breaks me from my thoughts. I look over too see my science teacher, Ms.Robinet.

"What is wrong?" She asks, and I'm a little but confused at first. I realize that my face is covered in tears, and my books are on the floor, papers everywhere.

"I tripped, and fell." I lie, looking back down the hallway, but sure enough the shadow is gone.

"Are you okay?" She asks quietly as we both bend down to pick up the fallen notebooks.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I say. I'm so used to saying these three little words. Truth is, I'm not fine, and I don't think I ever will be. I'm scared, marked, for life. Who knew that three little words, meant so much. Just three little words.

"I think the busses have left by now, so maybe we should call your mom." She's says.

That's all I remember from that day, and I wish I could forget it. That's the day my friends confronted me about being depressed, and in no way whatsoever did they try to help me.

From then on, I've been good at hiding my depression. Especially with the help of my pills.

"Emily are you crying?" Liam's voice interrupts my thoughts.