The Naturals

Emotions

I was now in my room staring up at the ceiling, looking at the lanterns I had hung up.

I sighed.

I looked back at my balcony and stood from my bed.

I went to my closet and rummaged through it, grabbed my guitar and, walked to the balcony.

I threw the windows open feeling the rush of cool air.

I tossed my guitar up then hauled my self onto the ledge and grabbed onto the ceiling then hauled myself up again.

"Woah that takes a lot of energy" I said clutching my guitar.

Then I laid down and looked up at the sky, the few stars I could see glistensd against the dark sky.

And the moon looked bright as ever, I was just thankful it wasn't a full moon.

I grabbed my guitar out of its case and began to softly strum it, feeling every single note.

I closed my eyes continuing to strum my guitar as I felt the cool air brush my skin.

I thought back on the homicides, trying to see a pattern.

2 were freshmen so that could be his M.O but the guy was a sophomore, so that idea was scratched.

They all went to different schools, so that was also out.

Then I thought on their facial features, one girl had chestnut hair, another had fawn, and the guy had dark brown almost black.

"Ugh, there's no pattern" I groaned as I stopped strumming

"Whats got your knickers in a twist Dearie" I heard a voice say while grabbing my shoulder.

I slowly placed my guitar down then grabbed the strangers hand and twisted it, while I turned to face the stranger.

"Ow, ow, ow" the person whimpered.

"Michael" I asked finally seeing his face in the light of the moon.

"Yes, now please let go!" He said.

"Oh, right, sorry." I said letting go of his wrist.

He quickly snatched it back to his chest and began to rub it "who are you, she-hulk" Michael said.

"Why and how the hell are you here" I asked Michael crossing my arms

"Well It got boring down there without you and that sass I oh so adore." Michael said in a cocky voice.

I rolled my eyes and sat back down, setting my head on my hand.

I heard movement but continued to look forward.

"What's wrong" Michael asked.

I just shrugged.

Then I felt Michael's hand on my face as he tucked a stray blue curl behind my right ear.

"You know you can tell me anything right" Michael said.

Tears threatened to spill as I refused to look at him.

I then felt his hand travel to my chin and he turned my face to his.

I looked into his eyes, and there it was again. That familiar glint, that feeling of home, that warm feeling.

"I'm here for you, always."

Trust me your not the first to say that.

I gave a small smile and nodded "okay" I said quietly.

Michael analyzed my eyes then yanked me into a warm embrace.

At first I was shocked, then I felt myself slowly melt into it.

But quickly images flashed in my mind again, so many memories that I've tried so hard to push back, but can never seem to.

I roughly pushed back out of the hug.

I stood back up and rushed closer to my balcony.

I began to panic inside, I swore to myself I would never feel again.

I can't feel.

I refuse to feel.

"Ember it's okay" Michael said.

"What's okay?" I asked quietly, not daring to turn to face him.

"To yell, to cry, to laugh. It's okay to have emotions" Michael said

He had no idea how bad I wanted to.

I wanted to laugh freely.

I wanted to yell my angers out.

I wanted to cry all I've held inside.

Yet I fake my laughs.

Yet I keep in my burdens.

Yet I stay with dry eyes.

I turned and looked at Michael deep in the eyes with a stone cold face.

I slowly stepped closer then I reached down, picked up my guitar, and turned back to the balcony.

"Emotions are weird" I said.

Then I jumped onto my balcony, guitar in hand.

I then heard footsteps, fading.

Although I hate to admit it, I felt pain.

I felt pain for him not trying, I felt pain for him leaving.

I sighed.

"Emotions, what a disgusting word." I said.

I walked back in my room and closed my balcony doors.

This place, it's somehow doing something to me. I'm becoming attached.

"I need to leave" I said as I panicked and quickly began to pack a few things

I reached for my makeup bag and that's when I saw it.

The file staring back at me.

I still couldn't dare to open it.

I reached for the folder and grabbed it, I then brought it back to my bed and sat far from it, as if it would attack me any moment.

Briggs doesn't know I have it, I should probably get rid of it while I can.

I quickly opened my drawer and brought out a box of matches.

I lit one and brought the file close to it.

"No one can know about my past, no one will ever know."