Barbie Transformation

Amnesia

Jasper quickly turns around to face me with a panicked expression. My blood turns cold.

"Jasper?" I question in a soft, shaky voice. What does Max mean by half brother? Jasper is my full brother!

Max laughs evilly, "Oh, now this is a hilarious. She doesn't know!" His grimace disgusts me and I force myself to look away.

"Your bitch of a mother-,"

"Shut the fuck up!" Jasper shouts angrily at Max. Max glares darkly at him, "Do not talk to me like that." He shouts in a low voice.

Max turns back to me, "Your bitch of a mother slept with my coworker. That's why we're divorced."

I stare wide-eyed at him as my hands and legs tremble. I look at Jasper, "But you said they divorced because they kept arguing...?" My voice breaks in in the end and he gives me a pleading look.

"Emmerson..." Jasper begins but Max interrupts, "You said that?" He laughs like this is some extremely funny joke, "You actually believed that that was the reason?" Max turns to me but I don't reply, "You stupid girl. Your mom got pregnant with you and she kept it a secret for twelve years! You're the reason we are divorced! If you were never born, we wouldn't have a problem! You worthless bitch!" He shouts angrily, spitting like a llama.

I want to shrivel away and die. Quickly.

I want to wake up with amnesia and forget about everything that's happened, forget all of the pain.

A new bucket of tears begin to drip down my cheeks, "Jasper...? Is it true?" I question in a whisper. He lifts his head up to look at me, tears unshed.

That's all it takes for me to realise. Jasper Claxton is my half brother. "You knew? All this time?" I ask and he gives a small, ashamed nod.

Jasper has known the reason of my parents divorce for four years and he never told me; I had to hear it from someone else.

He's also my half brother and he's never told me that either.

I'm the reason my parents are divorced.

Max Claxton is not my father.

If I wasn't born, Max and Carol would still be together.

I Have no idea who my real father is.

My mom kept this away from me for sixteen years.

When I come to realisation to everything, I back away towards the door. Jasper takes cautious steps forwards and tries to grab my arm, "Emmerson-," he begs but I pull my arm away and scream, "Get away from me!" I sob and he winces.

The tears fall down my face quickly while Jasper's drop slowly.

"Please Emmerson, don't do this. Please," He cries and I whimper as he tries to grab my hand again. I pull it away, "don't touch me." I warn him.

"How could you? I trusted you Jasper. I loved you like you were my brother!" I shout in agony and he shakes his head, "I am your brother! It doesn't matter if you only have half of my blood. You're still my sister!" Jasper cries and progresses towards me.

His words make me want to cry even harder but I feel drained. I feel like I've used all of the water in my body for tears.

I back away from him and run towards the door. Max laughs, "Run girl, run far away!"

I halt in my steps. In all of my life, I have never stood up to my fath- I mean Max. I have always cowered in his shadow and trembled by his voice. But this time, something inside of me clicks. It's like all of the anger and pain he has ever caused me builds up inside of me and is now commanding me to step out from his shadow.

I turn to face the monster, my heart pounding against my ribcage. I send him the deathliest glare I can muster and with all of my rage, I whisper, "I hate you Max." I pull my fist back and pound his nose, Max falls to the floor. When I hear a cracking sound, I grimace and hold my fist, shaking it. That hurt like fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuckety fuck.

I shake my hand constantly, waiting for the pain to go away.

When I look up at Felix and Jasper; they look shocked. I turn to Jasper and frown while opening the door. I step out of the door but before I fully shut it, I pull the finger at Jasper.

My mind is cloudy. I can't think.

I run, I run extremely fast; up the stairs, all the way to Dorm 249.

I knock on the door ferociously but there's no answer. When I try to open it, it's surprisingly unlocked. I rush through the door and shut it behind me and then lean against it.

My chest heaves up and down while I heavily breathe.

I look around the place; it's the same display as Jasper's dorm, except Hunter has an individual dorm for himself which means there's only a single bed. No roommates.

My mind fumbles with things to do.

Then, my stomach rumbles but I can't decide if it's because I'm hungry or if it's because I'm nauseous after hearing that cracking sound from Max's nose.

I blink repetitively, trying to rid of the image in my mind. Standing up, I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge, grabbing bread and butter.

When I open the cutlery draw, my eyes zoom in on a kitchen knife: it looks sharp.

I pick it up and curiously look at it.

What would it feel like to be stabbed? I look at myself in the reflection of the shiny metal and gag. Max was right; I do look pathetic with my tear-stained cheeks and puffy red eyes.

I hold the knife with two hands in a stabbing position. Pointing it towards my chest, I let the point slightly touch my tank top.

My conscious is screaming at me to stop but then my heart is telling me to try- I want to know if the pain of a stab is as bad as the pain I feel now.

Betrayal would be the only way to explain what I feel.

I look around the dorm room, looking at anything that will inspire me to drop the knife. When my eyes see my boyfriend's blue shirt, my hands go weak.

Hunter.

It wouldn't be fair if I killed myself in Hunter's dorm. I'd be killing him at the same time. I cautiously put the knife back in the cutlery draw and search for a butter knife.

When my hands touch something weird, I pull it out.

Scissors.

You're probably thinking: Dude, you just thought about stabbing yourself with a knife and now you want to use scissors? Isn't that a bit overdramatic?

That's not what I'm thinking.

I remember back to when I was twelve; I was utterly depressed and extremely tempted to cut my wrists. But I held onto hope. The hope that maybe my mother would finally start to care. The hope that Max would realise his mistakes and never make them again. The hope that Jasper and I would be best friends again.

Out of pure depression, I grab the scissors and strike one blade against my left wrist.

The thing about wrist cutting is that you cant really feel the pain. It just looks like pain. I also like to think of it like: The more I cut, the more pain escapes through my blood. (A/N: Please don't cut! It is NOT a good idea, this is just The character's thoughts, it isn't necessarily true!)

I strike again and again, harder each time until I have four bleeding slashes.

I sigh sadly as I stare at the dripping blood.

I hear a door open. "Emmerson?" Hunter's voice calls out, "What are you doing?" He asks from the door.

Fuck.

(A/N: ONLY UPDATING NEXT CHAPTER WHEN I REACH 1k READS :) This took FOREVER to write. Gah. I'm sorry, I mucked up when Emmerson punched her dad. I tried rewriting it several times but it just isn't right. I wasn't very excited to write this chapter, yet this is one of the most important, exciting of them all! Oh monkeys. Yay it reached 40 chapters :3 Why do people with only three or so chapters have like 20k readers? Crazy :p Please vote!)