Book One
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Emily James is fifteen years old, depressed and the invisible girl everywhere she goes.
When she comes home from the mental hospital after six months, things are supposed to go smoothly.
And they do... for about thirty secon...
We have three months left, though if Charlie is right, Emily will tell me in a month or so.
I'm taking her out tonight, somewhere nice, seeing as Charlie managed to find the date of their flight, and it's the day before out year anniversary. And I can't imagine getting all the way there, getting to the airport and that's where she'll end it. But I kind of hope she does. We get more time that way.
"You ready?" Charlie comes in, smiling at me.
I take a deep breath. "Yeah. Thanks for driving us, by the way."
"It's alright mate." Charlie grabs a jacket, and gets in his car while I go round to get Emily.
The door opens as soon as I get there, and Peter is standing there grinning. "She's upstairs."
I nod a thanks to him, smiling and walking up to her room. I stop and knock, opening the door slowly.
There's music playing, and I smile, taking in her appearance. Her hair is down, over her shoulers in a side parting, and she's wearing minimal makeup, if any, wearing a dark red/purple dress.
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"Wow." I say, smiling.
"Is it ok?" She asks, looking down at herself.
"It's gorgeous." I say, and she smiles at me.
"Don't you look smart." She winks at me, and I smile at the floor, suddenly a little nervous. Something catchest my eye on her wrist, and I turn to look properly. It's the bracelet I bought her.
"Well, if I'm going to make an effort for anyone, it's gonna be for you." I don't say it loudly, but she hears me anyway, taking my hand, kissing my cheek and leading me out to Charlie, who's on his phone.
We get in the back, and Charlie drives off to the restaurant I asked him to drive us to beforehand.
"Here we go guys, have fun, text me when you want picking up." Charlie turns to grin at us. I stay behind for a second. "It's okay. you'll be alright, yeah?"
"Yeah. Thanks Charl." I get out of the car and lead Emily to the restaurant. "We have a reservation, name is Devries."
"Yes, Mr Devries, this way." Emily doesn't look up, crossing her arms.
She isn't wearing a jacket, so I know her scars are showing. She's always been self-conscious about them, wearing something to cover them up.
We sit down, and she still has her arms glued to her sides. I hesitate for a second, before taking my blazer off and handing it to her around the table.
"Here, wear this if you want." I try a smile, and she looks at me. "Look, you don't like that they're on show, and I get that, so here, if you want to cover them, take it."
