Undercover

Chapter 39

Emma's P.O.V

"Emma!"

I turned around from my car to see Martin jogging slowly towards me.

"You sure that you'll be fine? If you want-"

"I'll be fine Martin", I interrupted and gave him a small smile to erase that worried expression off his tired face.

I then quickly got in to the car, shutting the door behind me before he could utter another word.

We were finally back at our department building after the long talk we had with the President at the mansion. I looked at my watch to see that it was already 11pm. I turned my head to watch Martin still standing where I left him with a worried expression on his face.

I sighed and reversed my car out of the parking lot.

My mind was the definition of an empty vessel right now. All I could feel is blank. The cold depressing pitch black type of blank.

I stepped on the accelerator and raced down the lane turning towards a few by-roads then and there.

It's not until you fall that you fly-

My mind was jolted awake from its hybernation process as I heard my phone ringing. I peeped to see that it was Martin's name lighting the screen. I sighed in frustration and pressed the red button, rejecting the call.

Why can't these people leave me alone?

I gritted my teeth and stepped on the gas again, speeding up in anger. I gripped the steering wheel tightly to prevent myself from punching it hard.

Heat rushed in to my face as I tried to control my rage.

"Breathe Emma, breathe", my inner voice adviced worriedly.

I suppressed a retort and tried taking her advice.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale-

"It's not until you fall-

Exhale-

-that you fly"

Inhale-

The line kept repeating in my mind making it hard to concentrate.

"It's not until you fall that you fly"

And that is when the reality of the words hit me hard. So hard, my heart started bleeding and churning in pain. So hard, it felt like some one was stabbing my eyes breaking the walls of my tear glands, forcing it to pour its contents of salt water like an overflowing dam.

Oh my God. I can't breathe.

I tried rolling down the shutters of my car, but my hands wouldn't budge from gripping the steering wheel tightly. More tears broke loose, blurring my vision further. I could barely see anything except for the blurry glass like wall built on my eyes. I tried stepping on the break, but my legs refused to let go of the accelerator. They kept on stepping on the gas making the car race at a speed of 200 km/h.

My mind was a rumbling tumbling mess.

At the age of five, I fell from a height so high that I managed to only rise to a certain level to this day.

"BUT YOUR ADOPTED PARENTS ARE", the words kept blinking onn and off at the back of my mind in bright red capital letters.

But tonight, I fell again.