PRETTY Little LOVE (emison fanfic)

Chapter 8: #growingissue

(roughly three years ago)

Emily's pov

It's bright...so bright it hurts my eyes.

Actually, everything else hurts. From my head, where I can feel my skull cracking in pain and it feels so damn heavy, down to my toes...wait, I don't think I can feel my toes!,...oh yeah I feel them, alright, only just a little 'cause it actually feels numb. Then, my entire body felt sore, like I got slammed into a brick wall from a mile away at the speed of light.

I closed my eyes again, only to have opened it to see two guys in blue, with shiny name plates that says Jones and Andrews.

"Hello," Andrews guy said, "I'm officer Andrews, and this is my partner officer Jones...if you're feeling okay, or up to it, we would like to ask you a couple of questions..."

I blinked and looked around, and just realized I'm in a hospital, my left arm in a sling, my right leg on a cast, and a whole bunch of transparent tubes attached to me and another bunch of machines beeping around me. I don't understand...I'm confused, so much I started to feel panic.

"Let's start with your name," This officer Andrews went on anyway, despite my growing discomfort, growing fear and sheer panic...

"What's your name? Where are you from?...do you speak English?"

I tried to say something, but I can't find my voice...worse, I can't seem to remember my name...

I don't know my name...

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(about ten months earlier)

Alison's pov

There's no change since her last post.

I've been creeping around Emily's socials, and the last thing she posted was from three months ago, a photo of her and this Nicole person on a boat, saying #sharkweek, whatever that means.

Okay,...fine... maybe there's a growing issue about the decline in shark's population in the ocean, but that's not my growing issue, here.

Emily is...

Just why isn't she responding to any of my calls or emails?!... Did I do something?...or, didn't do? Did I say something?...or, didn't say?

Has it something to do with what happened that night?...did she feel I was taking advantage of her vulnerability that night? Because I most certainly did not, and I'm fairly sure it was what she wanted as well... Or maybe it was just me thinking she feels the same way?... Or maybe it is just what it is...

She just doesn't want me anymore... She's moved on...

My wallowing over Emily was interrupted by the the knock on the door. I bounced off my bed and went to open it. It's was my roommate Polly, who appears to be drunk yet again... probably got wasted on some frat party.

"I lost my keys again...why do you always lock?!" She slurred as she dropped face down on her bed.

"Because..."

And then she snored...

Great!! Polly may look very sweet and demure most days, but she's in fact a party animal at night...and a snoring beast when drunk. It's like there's a non-stop construction drilling equipment working right next to you when she snores. It's driving me crazy, so I grabbed my laptop and my phone, and put on a Rosewood Sharks sweatshirt, that used to be Emily's by the way, and went outside in the hall.

I sat cross legged on the floor opened my laptop again, hoping that by some miracle, I'd finally get some form of response from Emily. But, instead I found a message from Spencer. You can only guess who she's asking about...

Apparently, Emily's dad was supposed to receive this commendation being given by the state of Pennsylvania. Spencer's asking if I heard from her because she hasn't and she needs to follow up, since it is her mom, Governor Hastings, who's going to give it. The office of the Governor failed to reach Mrs. Fields, so now they're trying to reach out to Emily.

I just have no idea what to tell Spencer. I tried everything to reach out to Emily in all of these months...except for one.

Maybe I should go to California, visit her in Berkeley, find out for myself what's really going on...

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A/N:

To Shane,
(who shares a lot, but never shares a donut)

AND TO ALL WHO'S READING THIS...
THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
😉

kisses,
-A