Sluts & Suicide

a n a g a p e s i s

     anagapesis: (n) no longer feeling affection for someone you once loved

     Cameron was persistent on staying, but Emme pushed him out the door. She wanted to be alone. She just wanted time to mourn her lost baby. And she needed to visit the hospital.

     The white walls and blue tiled floors were eerie and made Emme uncomfortable. She wasn't visiting someone or anything like that. She just needed to get a check up.

     Everything about this place brought back dreadful memories. Memories of Noah. It broke her heart to be back at this place.

     "Ms. Paige? Dr. Scolth will see you now," the elderly receptionist politely announced. It took Emme by surprise. The receptionist, Milika, had known Emme for a long time and had become a good friend. She always called Emme by her first name.

     Looks like she's lost another person. She walked away to Dr. Scolth's office. And as she waled away, Milika Wagner watched her with distaste. Disgusted by her scanty outfit.

     Emme felt her stare. But she dare not turn her head to face Milika's cold stare. She sniffed once, and attempted to pull herself together before she walked into the doctor's office.

     She came up to a white door with a sign that read PhD, Dr. Daimon Scolth. Emme gentely knocked on the door once. When she got no reply, she knocked again, a bit harder this time. From inside, a gruff voice sounded.

     "Come in."

     She tried to push the door open, as quiet as she could, but a creak came from the door anyways. The old man looked up quickly and instantly recognized the internally battered girl.

     "Good afternoon, Emerson. I hope you're doing well. Please, sit," he rushed out, motioning towards the cushioned chair infrom of his wooden desk.

     Emme sat down, making sure that her dress didn't slide up.

     "Lets get down to business, shall we."

     The appointment was tiring and Emme wanted to bet home as quickly as possible. Her feet started getting sore after a few hours of being numb.

     She strutted over to her car. It wasn't anything too fancy, but it also wasn't cheap. She unlocked her door with the click of a button and slumped down into her seat. She placed one foot a top the heel of her other one and peeled off the wretched shoes and then repeated the process.

     Driving barefoot wasn't alien to her. Practically everytime she drove, she would kick off her shoes. It wasn't the most sanitary, but it made driving way more pleasant.

     Emme hit her head against the leather-bound seat and sighed. She was so done with life. She could feel as the life just seeped out of her. A tear slipped from her eye but she quickly wiped it away.

     Honestly home was the last place she wanted to be. Facing her parents was the last thing she wanted. She bit her lip and contained the urge to just drive off a cliff into a rock bottom.

     Emme was home within fourteen minutes. Meaning she only had fourteen minites that she could've relaxed. But she stressed.

     Soon enough though, her mom's scowling face popped out of the door and her montioned for Emme to get inside.

     Must be a guest. Or more, the voice said. Oh great, more people to see how worthless you are.

     Emme grabbed her bag and walked up to the door and waited a few seconds before stepping into the dreaded structure. But it's not like she had anywhere else to go. She sucked on ner bottom lip while stepping into the house. Luckly she wasn't wearing lipstick.

     A brown haired woman stepped infront of Emme abruptly before could put her bag down.

     "You must be Emerson! Oh, you're so beautiful," she squealed in a posh sounding voice while examining me.

     Emme tried her best to not voice her disagreement and just feigned a smile and said her thanks. She walked up to her room and instantly fell onto her bed. She felt like screaming and being silent at the same time. It left her feeling confused and depressed. 

     "Emerson! Get down here this instant. We have guests over," her mother yelled from down the stairwell. An unladylike groan erupted from her lips, and her mother caught it and heeled feet could be heard stomping up the stairs.

     The door to Emme's room slammed open and her mother appeared in the door frame, furious as ever.

     "Emerson Paige! I thought I told you to get your stupid ass downstairs. And what are you doing? Laying on your bed like some-some, like your mentally insane," her mother spat out. She stomped out and Emme broke down. She buried her head into her pillow to conceal her body-shaking-sobs.

     Once she was calm she changed into a more suitable dress for dinner; a maroon skater dress. She slipped on a pair of Ainsley rose suede pointed toe mules from Lulus to go with the dress.

    The heels clicked as she walked downstairs and into the dining room where she sat inbetween the brown haired woman and her father.

     "Emerson, this is Sandra. Sandra, Emerson," her mother said tersely as she motioned to the brown haired woman and Emme. But she wasn't paying any mind to her mother. Instead she was playing an old rhhyme in her head.

Close your eyes, count to seven,

when you wake, we'll be in heaven.

     She can't recall where she picked it up, but it was something she held close to her heart. It reminded her of when she visited her Gram during summer. That was her heaven, but her Gram died two years ago. It was heart breaking. If she could have one thing, it would be to have one more visit with her Gram.

     "Emerson? Did you hear me," a voice said, breaking her out of her haziness. She twisted her head to face the voice, which was her mother's. Casually, she shook her head. Kim scowled at her daughter's response.

     "I said that Sandra is having a party, formal wear, on Friday. We are going, as a family. She wants to know if you'd like to go shopping for dresses with her," she said in a crisp tone. And Emme casually nodded. This clearly pleased the business owners, her mother and Sandra.

     "How perfect! We can go shopping tommorow," Emme bluffed. After that, she could only feel the hatred rolling off her mother towards her. Emme only whimpered and turned away from her mother's icy glare.

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Hey! I hope you enjoyed chapter four of Sluts & Suicide. I hope it triggered no one, but I can't get my hopes to high. I introduced a new character this chapter, Sandra. What are your thoughts on her? What are your thoughts on Cameron? I'm thinking about making Sandra Cameron's mother, but that prabably won't happen..

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