Letters To Shay||✓

bonus chapter.

Emmy's POV

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I figured that I'd write a little about Emmy, and how he felt and his excuse. I just thought I'd write about Emmy.

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Luck was definitely not on my side.

I couldn't find my antidepressants and I swear I left them in the medicine cabinet in my bathroom. I'd been walking around campus like a lifeless skeleton trying hard not to scatter into pieces.

It was my junior year in the University and I wasn't catching up at all.

Not to mention catching my best friend since freshman year with my girlfriend since, well, this year in my bedroom, getting at it.

And to top it all, my mother called me at school today to tell me that we were going to the Brighton's house. I almost died of a panic attack right in the middle of the hallway.

I think I walked under a ladder or something.

My dad usually picks me up from classes. We live on campus because of my parents' professions, and also I don't have a car yet. When the class is over I walk out to the parking lot and see me dad reclining against the trunk of the car. I gave him a nervous smile and stepped into the car as he did and started the engine.

"Are you okay, Emmett? You look a bit pale." How do I explain to him that I was failing miserably, and my girlfriend and best friend are now bedroom buddies, and also we were going to see Keyonna Brighton.

Keyonna.

After the day that Keith came raging into our house and beat me black and blue, I swore I'd stay away from her. And Kelly and Kelsi. We did really awful things to the poor child. And it was all because of my ignorance.

"I'm fine Dad, just a tad bit tired. You know, the pressure of school and all." I know he doesn't believe me but thankfully he doesn't push it. When we get home I shout a greeting to my mum and go to my room, flinging my bag to a corner of my room and flopping on my bed. Everything sucks. Everything hurts.

It hurts that I broke Keyonna.

It so fucking hurts because she was a kid and I broke her.

For fucks sakes, she was my best friend. A few years younger than me, but she was still my best friend. I remember our games in their freaking big house when our parents had gone to work and me and Kelly and Kelsi and Keyonna will be at home alone, playing until my parents came to get me and Kelly and Kelsi's parents came to get them. I remember our sleepovers and how boyish she was, talking about Spiderman like he was a god. She fought like a boy and was naughteir than most boys I knew. But I broke her.

I need my antidepressants.

I manage to drag myself off the bed and to the bathroom. My antidepressants aren't in my cabinet. I walk to the door and yell for my mom.

"Yes, honey?"

"Do you know where my antidepressants are? I can't find them anywhere!"

"Check in your bedside drawer!" I yell a 'thank you' and check. It's there, alright, and I quickly take a glass of water from the bathroom sink.

I look at the bottle. I'm only supposed to take two. So I do. Then the pressure of failing and repeating this year falls on me again, and I put another two in my mouth. The sight of my best friend and my girlfriend pops up in my head and I take another two. And then Keyonna. I take three this time and drink the contents in the glass.

I begin to feel dizzy and my head begins to hurt. My mouth is very dry, it's almost like a desert in there. I raise my hands to my head but all I see is a blur. I stumble to the floor, gasping for air, trying to call for help but nothing comes out.