Dysfunctional || Emma Gilbert [1]

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Albert Einstein once said, "we dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, we dance for screams, we are the dancers, we create the dreams." His words were true, but they lacked one important detail that many people do when life gives them a crappy fold. We not only dance for those things, we dance to forget them as well. To forget the pain of the laughter once shared, to forget the wasted tears, to forget the madness one has been through, to forget that we have fears, to forget that hope is nothing but a lie, to forget the ear piercing screams that come with the nightmare of ones past.

If you were to ask Emma gilbert why she danced, she would say, "because there is no greater feeling than moving with the music and letting the world disappear around you," that is her lie. She danced to forget, she gets wasted or high to forget, she does most things to forget. She wants to forget that her life ended the day her parents died, she wants to forget that by some miracle she was alive and her parents weren't, She wants to forget the pain she wakes up in everyday.

But what she doesn't know is that she can never forget. Everywhere she goes she is reminded of her parents, everywhere she goes there is someone who asks her if she is okay, everywhere she goes her sister is breathing down her neck trying to get her to make better life choice. But Emma was always the reckless sister, the more fun twin, the daughter who knew how to laugh. That all got buried with her parents, all except her recklessness. She coped by going to parties and getting wasted, by dancing with boys and girls she could never remember and making mistake after mistake. No one judged the girl for her choices, they judged her for her sarcastic and cynical attitude, For her blunt and rude comments, for her inability to at least try and be happy like her sister.

But it always came back to her sister, She had always be the good sister, the better twin, the responsible daughter. She remained those things to the outsiders, but Emma saw right through her sisters façade. She saw the broken sad look in her eyes, how she faked a smile and lied saying she fine anytime someone asked. Emma saw right through it, because she too was broken, she just didn't hide it.

She showed that by the way she chugged down the remainder of the alcohol in her cup before tossing it over her shoulder. Her arm wrapped around the waist of a girl she was dancing with, her features seemed familiar but Emma was too drunk to even try to think if she knew the girl. So instead she moved her hips with the music as a guy came from behind her and pushed himself against her back, her head rolled back as she continued to dance with the both of them. There was no shame in her movements or her actions as smashed her lips onto the girls rocking her world for a good moment before switching to the guy behind her. She didn't care because it was a party and every was dancing and making out with someone of the opposite or same gender.

Plus she was no where near mystic falls, she was in the next town over having the time of her life. But like most good things, it came to an end when a hand warped around her upper arm and began dragging her away from her dance partners, a whine that sounded like a kicked puppy came from her as her bottom lip popped out.