Prophetic Entities (Complete)

Chapter 14

Emma woke up the next day, still in the chair next to Hope. He seemed to LOOK better, god knows how he feels. She wondered if anyone else was awake.

Takumi walked into the room not too long after Emma had woken up, pulling up a chair, taking a seat not too far from Hope's bedside.

"...Um... Hi?" Emma said, a bit confused why she just walked in and without saying fucking anything.

"Good morning." Takumi said dryly. "...Just... checking on Hope..."

"He... doesn't seem better yet..." Emma sighed. "Mind getting him another towel?" Takumi didn't hesitate to carefully pull the towel from over the boy's forehead, causing him to let out a weak groan before she stood up and then went to wet it again.

Emma looked at him, eyes saddening. "Hope?" She said softly as the boy slowly opened his eyes looking at her weakly. Emma tried to give him a smile, ruffling his hair, "Poor kid, it will be over soon." She said waiting for Takumi to come back.

It wasn't very long before Takumi returned, towel in hand, looking to be in some sort of deep thought. Emma took the towel from Takumi, placing it on the boy's head.

Hope looked up to her, still seeing the other face. "M-Mom..." He said, trying to pull the covers over. Emma felt something rush over her, this was the third time Hope called her this, but something about the way he said it, she went into an immediate flashback.

Two months before Emma's parents had been killed, Emma was really, REALLY sick. Worse than just the flu. She would be frozen, then have hot flashes, she had felt like she wanted to die. Her mom had stayed home from work to make sure she was okay. One of the worst days she was sick. Her mom had come into the room, taking a seat by Emma.

"How do you feel, kiddo?" She asked softly placing a hand on her shoulder. Emma was frozen. She was freezing cold and she couldn't get warm. Her mom could see Emma shaking. "Aw, Em." She pulled the covers up more. "You'll be okay."

"M-Mom..." Emma barely made out trying to look up.

She smiled. "Get some rest, Emma. Don't worry, it will all be over soon." She made her way to the door, looking back at the girl, shutting off the lights.

Emma shuttered slightly, her mom was her best friend. There for her. She felt tears filling in her eyes, biting her lip. She looked up to Takumi. This was KILLING her. She wanted to be nice, she really did, but Takumi took away her life. Her family. Her friend. Emma felt her heart drop, taking a shaky breath, looking to Hope, holding back a sob. "You'll be okay... Hope. It's all... g-gonna be okay."

Takumi raised an eyebrow at the girl, not sure what to think. "And... WHY are you suddenly getting all teary-eyed?"

Emma shook her head. "Not like you care." It came out a little more mean then she would have liked. She honestly didn't want that to be that way, she just didn't want to even look at her at the moment. Instead she just looked to the ground.

"I don't. Tell me anyway." Takumi said simply.

Emma raised an eyebrow. For some reason, the urge to kill was rising. "J-Just my mom..." She didn't say much after that, looking back to Hope.

Takumi rolled her eyes a bit. Honestly, while she didn't mind if Emma talked OCCASIONALLY about her parents, it was really beginning to annoy her that she was bringing it up literally every region in every world that they were going to. She was honestly seeing it as a means of her just trying to play the guilt trip, and she didn't like it. "...Figures..."

"Don't act like a bitch about it. You asked, I told you, you didn't have to ask, I wouldn't have told you..." Emma said she could tell that Takumi thought she was doing this JUST to get her mad. But she wasn't, Emma didn't WANT to. She didn't even want to think about her mom at all...