EMISON: Come Back To Me

Mourning Morning

Alison's POV:

          It has been one week exactly since the day I arrived back in Rosewood, the day that I found Emily and the day that I lost her for good. Over this week I have learned so much about the life that my best friend lived since I moved away from rosewood. It breaks my heart to know that she went through so much, so quickly, with literally no one to help her pick up the pieces. Not long after I had to move away, a drunk driver hit Emily's mother and Mrs. Fields was killed on impact. Then her ass hole father decided that would be a good time to relocate for work and leave his daughter behind with no one to take care of her. Sure, he obviously made sure the bills were paid and that she had everything she needed to survive but seriously... what the fuck... she was fifteen years old for goodness sake. What parent in their right mind just completely up and abandons their kid right after her other parent passes away? Oh, and did I mention that no one has even been able to get ahold of Wayne fields since the passing of his own daughter? Yeah, and I thought my family was fucked up. 

          The police are doing everything they can to locate Mr. Fields but since no one has been able to find out anything about his whereabouts my father decided to pay for Emily's funeral expenses. My father and I both handled all of the arrangements and today, she is going to be buried in our family plot, right next to my older brother Jason. But that is a whole different story that we are just not even going to get in to right now. The police have ruled Emily's death a homicide and right now her father is the main person of interest in the investigation. Of course they are searching for other suspects and leads. All I have to say about the matter is that if someone hurt my Emily, whether it be her own father or anyone else, they had better pray that the police find them before I do because it is not going to be pretty.

Wayne Fields' POV:

          I can feel the blood rolling down to my fingertips as I try to break free from the barbwire ties around my wrists and ankles. I have been bound to a metal chair in what I assume to be a basement, or maybe a storm cellar of some sort with a blind fold on since the last time I spoke to my daughter. I know that I don't exactly deserve the father of the year award or anything but I can't think of a single person who would want to do this to me. My best guess is that I have been down here about a week... give or take. To tell you the truth, I don't even care about what happens to me, I am not afraid of that in the slightest. Hell, I probably deserve every bit of what is coming to me. I just find it very difficult to accept the thought of someone having this much power over me and there is nothing that I can do about it.

          Some ass hole comes down her once a day and shovels spoonful's of what tastes like straight dog shit in my mouth, then knocks me around with a few punches before leaving me to my thoughts again. My thoughts however are more torturous than the beatings. Every since I woke up in this God forsaken place the only thing I can seem to think about is my little girl, and how selfish I have been. She didn't deserve the way I  have treated her, the abandonment, none of it, and for what? Because my heart broke into a million pieces every time that I saw her? The thing that I regret most is actually telling her that it was her fault that she was alone. If she didn't look so much like my dead wife then maybe I could bring myself to be in the same room with her for five minutes. Then just before I hung up the phone, I said the worst thing a father could say. "I can never love you, Emmy. Not like this.. not anymore." Those words will haunt me to my dying day. Sure, once I realized that I fucked up, I called her and apologized but that doesn't take away what I said. Since then I just haven't been able to face her. I just hope one day she can find it in her heart to forgive me. Aw fuck it, who am I kidding? I definitely deserve every bit of this.

Emily's POV:

          I don't even know how long its been since I've been... gone. Days? Months? Years?  It is like there is no concept of time in this place. It almost seems like a sick joke to have this stupid wall clock hanging in the living room. At first, when everything was cold and lifeless, the hands were not moving at all. But when Ali and I kissed and everything changed, the hands started moving again only... backwards? It just doesn't make any sense. None of it makes any sense at all. Whenever Ali found me I felt a spark of hope but now I am starting to have my doubts. I don't even know how she got here, much less how to get to her. I have been all over this place. When I walk out my front door I can go four blocks in all directions. After that everything fades into some sort of black abyss with a strange smoky reddish substance floating through the air below and a gorgeous smoky golden glow above. Both much like the blue glow that was present in the "town" and my "home" before Ali came. If I could just figure out exactly what made everything change then maybe I could figure out a way out of here. I have been to every house on every block and all of the doors and windows are sealed except for mine. Daylight never comes, it is always dark outside with one flickering street lamp on every block but at least its not cold anymore. Its like I'm in some sort of in between. I am not alive out there, but I didn't exactly make it to heaven or hell.. I am just stuck here... wherever that is. As far as I can tell there is nothing, or no one here but me, living or dead. Oh Ali please come back to me because I have a feeling that you are my only hope. 

Alison's POV:

        The funeral was so surreal. I saw her body in that casket and I just lost it. The night she died I saw her and it was all so real. Her touch, her kiss, everything about our encounter was more real than anything that I have ever shared with any other person in my life. I truly believe that there is a reason for everything. When I saw her that night I know for a fact that it wasn't a dream. Even lucid dreams are not that real. But there she laid in that solid wooden casket in front of me. I watch in a sea of tears as they lowered her body into the ground and at that moment all of my hope began to fade and I started to doubt my own sanity. I am torn because part of me is screaming that I am just a naïve little girl and I need to let it go because she's gone and I am only hurting myself. But then there is the part of me that is begging to hold on tighter than I ever have before to my belief that everything happens for a reason. That I need to keep trying and not give up or I will regret it for the rest of my life.

Later that evening: (Ali's POV Cont.)

          I decided to go for a walk to clear my mind. I've made the decision that no matter how crazy it makes me look or sound, I just can not, will not, accept the fact that she is really gone forever and that this is the way things are supposed to be. I know what I saw, I know what I felt and there is a reason for it damn it. There has to be, I just have to figure out what that reason is and where I am even supposed to begin. I only wish there was a way for me to get back to her, not even sure how I got to her the first time, I just went to sleep. Sleeping can't be the answer though because I have slept several times since then and nothing.

          As I approach Emily's house I feel weak all of a sudden, as if every ounce of energy inside of me has faltered away and holding back the tears seems almost impossible. I stand there and stare at the home blankly for a few moments when I notice a curtain move as if someone were stepping away from it in the upstairs window.. Emily's bedroom window. Oh no, there better not be anyone in this house. Only murderers return to the scene of a crime and if whoever hurt my Em was stupid enough to come back they are seriously about to have Hell to pay.