Sluts & Suicide

v e r k l e m p t

   verklempt: (adj.) completely overcome with emotion

     Truth was, Emme never really found it in her to actually care. That was until she hit rock bottom. Then everything mattered to her. It didn't matter what it was, she just took it to heart.

     It was when she found put she was pregnant. She lost the baby, but that was after hitting rock bottom. She never wanted the baby, actually. But it still hurt her.

     Emme hit rock bottom when she found out she was pregnant. It triggered her anxiety, which soon led to worser matters. It was about a month after sleeping with some guy that she found out.

     The baby was lost after Emme had hit seven weeks of being pregnant. She, by then, had the smallest baby bump. Even though she didn't want it, everytime she looked at it, her mood was lifted. She was going to ame the baby Noah, no matter the gender.

     Then she lost the baby. It only made it worse. She cried for four weeks straight for her lost baby. She could barely keep it together, but she managed to just get by. She never told anyone, except Jessica. She promised to not tell a soul. And she kept her promise.

     Today marked the anniversary of Noah's death. Emme could barely get out of bed. Memories of her baby flooded her mind and she willingly let a tear slip. It went down her cheek, leaving a salty, wet path behind it.

     She took a frigid, cold shower and got dressed in yet another slutty outfit. She wore a low cut, figure hugging, short stopping, royal purple dress. It stopped within a few inches of her thigh. She was wearing some lingerie underneath it. She slipped on some sky high, rhubarb red pumps.

     It was a very skimpy outfit, and she knew everyone at school would be judging the hell out of her. She reached out to grab a tight fitting jacket. It would help cover her cuts, so it was worth it. She looked in the mirror and almost broke down.

     This wasn't her anymore. She was so damaged and she knew she couldn't be fixed. A tear slipped out of her eye but she was quick to wipe it away. Jessi was picling her up and she couldn't look like a mess.

     Jessi had suggested that she stay home today, considering it was Noah's death anniversary. She grabbed her Louis Vuitton bag and swung it over her shoulder. She waltzed down the stairs, ready to put up the stupid facade that was practically a habit now.

     She reached into her bag in search of her damned phone. Her fingers clasped around a piece of paper and Emme pulled it out.

     It was Cameron's number. She grimmly grinned at the paper and dug for her phone. She finally managed to get her hands on it and tugged it out with a purpose. She tapped her index finger on the contacts app. Emme tapped on the add button and quickly punched in Cameron's number.

     She sent him a text saying hey. A honk sounded from outside and she raced out so she wouldn't keep Jessi waiting.

     The brown haired girl was tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, glaring at Emme from behind it.

     "What took you so long," Jessi snapped.

     Emme gave her a look full of disdain. "I didn't take long at all."

     "Actually, you did. I sent you a text fifteen minutes ago, but you didn't answer," she bit back. Emme instantly felt guilty. She hadn't seen the text and now Jessi's pissed. I sighed and looked out the window.

     "Hey, Emme? I'm sorry for snapping at you. It totally slipped my mind that today is the anniversary," Jesse said quietly. Emme turned towards her and gave her a tight lipped smile.

     "It's okay." But it wasn't. She only felt gulity and depressed for the rest of the day. Classes gave her hell and she couldn't focus. And with the thought of Noah in the back of her mind.

     Emme finally decided to skip her last class. It was only Art, so it wasn't a huge deal. As she walked outside, she saw Cameron bickering with some other boy. Cameron turned away and caught her stare. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly to give her asmall smile.

     And Emme didn't know it yet, but that smile was only reserved for her.

     Cameron jogged up to her. "Hey Emerson."

     "Please call me Emme. I don't really like my full first name," Emme said looking at the ground from embarrassment.

     "Well, I think it's beautiful. And hey, it fits. Gorgeous name for gorgeous girl," he said.

     Emme's cheeks flushed red. She hid behind her hair to hide it. No one had ecer called her beautiful. She held onto that comment; it's something she will never let go of. But then again, he could only be trying to get into her pants.

     It was like a switch had been flipped. She went from blushing red to a sickly white within two seconds flat. She scowled and started to walk faster.

     "Emerson?! What's wrong," Cameron questioned.

     She turned around and stalked towards him. "You're only trying to get into my pants. I've seen and heard it all. So don't go trying to fool me. You only flirt with me to get laid, and once you have, you'll break my heart. I'm not some dumb blonde you can throw around," Emme sneered. And by the time she finished she was near tears.

     Cameron noticed and pulled her in. He rubbed the back of her head soothingly while resting his chin a top her head.

     "Hey, hey. You're not some dumb blonde. And I'm not trying to get into your pants. I only want to get to know you," he whispered lovingly into her ear. Emme was sniffling now. They stood like that for multiple minutes, which felt like hours.

     "How can I trust you," she sobbed, grabbing hold of his shirt.

     Cam sighed exhaustedly. "I don't know."

     "That doesn't help asshat," Emme deadpanned, her body still shaking a bit. Cam smirked down at her. He gave her a look that said I guess you'll have to find out.

     Emme grunted in response. She turned around, pushing herself out of the hug. She continued walking, her aim to get home before school ended, but Cam called put to her.

     "Need a ride," he yelled. Emme consideredit for a minute before nodding her head. She walked over to him. Together, they walked to Cam's silver Honda.

     Emme clambered into the passenger's seat while Cam slid into the driver's seat.

     "Where to," Cam wondered. Emme pondered for a moment. She sighed before answering.

     "Seven-two-nine-one Beacon Creek Dr."

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Hello! I hope you enjoyed chapter three of Sluts & Suicide. I didn't put as much triggering content in this chapter as I did the last. If you didn't notice, this chapter was a bit shorter. My apologies. I didn't intend for it to be shorter. But hopefully you're happy for getting a peek into Emme's past. I hope you all are having a wonderous day, unlike Emme. Please vote, comment, and share.

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