The World Will End With Us. (Volume One)

Chapter 5: Emma Roselyn.

Emma's present:
_Ashley left my embrace and told me that she must have day dreamed or something. But as she was about to get up from the bed she looked at my hands and said with concern "What happened to your wrist?".

_Looking down I saw that I had bruises all around my wrist and it immediately brought me back to that moment in the class. No one helped me... no one came to save me; my eyes began to water and I bit my lip from quivering. Ashley doesn't need this... and said "I accidentally got the jump rope wrapped around them too tight at gym...".

_Shrugging; she wiped the last of her tears and went downstairs to make a quick dinner for us. My heart started to pound along with my head; denying the fact that I was almost raped moments before. The moment kept replaying in my head as if it was on a never ending repeat of horrors; the way she had her phone out, the way they held me down, the look of no mercy in there eyes. Going into my room and shutting the door; I felt tears stream down my cheeks and like most of life I didn't know what to do anymore. Everybody was in on it too; their phones were out and laughing like I was there entertainment. A deep pit formed inside my stomach and my heart sank within it; what if Ashley saw it ? Or will see it? What if everybody knows? I put my head in my hands and began to clench balls of my own hair in frustration. This isn't fair; this isn't fair; this isn't fair! THIS IS NOT FAIR.

_All my life I've been bullied and beaten for no fucking reason. I've gotten scars from beating and nightmares but this one takes the cake. For once in my life I'm going to take Initiative and take revenge; but first I need to learn how I did that one thing in the class and all around me. It doesn't hurt nobody from what I seen unless I do something... walking down stairs I see my sister in her pajamas making spaghetti. She sang a song under breath that echoed within the room along with the sound of bubbling water. She danced a little to the own little tune in her head and for once she looked content.

Entering the kitchen I remembered very vividly that I said "STOP!" So maybe I'll try that ? Breaking up the atmosphere I said "stop".

Ashley looked backed at me weirdly "Sorry! Geez I got a song stuck in my head from the diner and it's very catchy".

Shrugging she went back to making dinner; feeling a little impatient and flustered I said once more "Stop!".

She looked at me weird again "What's with you today? Weirdo".

Feeling frustrated now I yelled "STOP!" right before she was about to say anything else; she froze in place.

_The bubbles stopped mid-pop, the sauce stopped, and my sister stopped with her mouth slightly open with hands almost crossed against her chest. Taking a step toward her I waved my hand in front of her with no reaction; but now how do I stop everything from being stopped?. The last time everything unstopped by me hugging my sister but I can't keep doing that. Think of happy thoughts... think of something; a memory popped in my head of when Ashley almost snuck out and got caught because she used her window to climb out of and fell out of it. A smile grew on my face a little; closing my eyes I focused on multiple memory's and then heard Ashley's voice.

"Really what's up Em? First you don't want to go to school and then you came home earlier than usual" she finished crossing her arms across her chest then and then blinked several times "Wait...".

I held my breath for a moment and said "Your sauce is burning!" And then she immediately turned her attention to that.

_Rolling my eyes a little she can be so naive sometimes as I exhaled in relief. This isn't real it must be some cruel joke or something; I need to see if it's really real. Ashley was done with dinner and we ate for a bit then she had to set off for a night shift at the diners. While for me I grabbed a jacket and I had to stop in front of kitchen and stare at the knifes. What if I get attacked again? What if that girl is waiting for me? What if everyone stares at me? Paranoia started to bubble up inside me as the memories started to replay in my head. This feeling won't go away their hands are on me permanently and it doesn't help that I have bruises to remind me of it. Grabbing a small enough knife I put it in my coat pocket and stepped out the door; the cold night air greeted me and I never felt more vulnerable.