Emily POV
After a few minutes, I go inside and walk straight into the bathroom and lock the door. My neck is tattooed black and blue with two huge handprints. My shirt is so ripped that it is being held together by one thread. I have slash marks on my arms and my knee is so swollen it looked inhuman. My face is cut and covered in blood and my right eye is swollen shut.
I don't look like Emily at all I'm completely deformed and pissed. How dare they do this to me again. I slam my palms on the sink and realize that I have a broken wrist.
I yell out in pain and hear the front door open. I try and ignore all the yelling and fighting that is going on behind the door but I can't help it.
Darry is yelling about all the blood, Soda is yelling about the gun, and Steve and Dally are yelling about Johnny. They haven't realized that I was gone and it hurt me a lot.
This only fuels my anger so I somehow manage to shove a dresser in front of the door. The screaming comes to an end as I just lay down in the tub and think about everything that had happened.
It wasn't until a few hours later that they guys realized I was missing. And I couldn't have cared any less. They deserve to suffer for their lack of care about me. I could have been dead by now and they wouldn't even care.
I think back and realize that no one actually knows where I am because Pony and Two didn't see me come inside the house. I sigh and try to keep myself from crying again at the thought of Dally not noticing my absence.
I eventually fall asleep to the sounds of tears, broken glass, and yelling. But it doesn't bother me at all. I wake up to the sound of the bathroom door being broken down.
I keep my eyes closed not wanting to deal with anything. I feel myself being picked up so I decided to enhance my act by making myself go limp as if I was already dead.
I felt myself being lowered down on a bed and the feeling of a ton of eyes on me. I hold my breath trying to make it seem as if I wasn't breathing.
I feel two fingers being placed on my neck checking for a pulse and then I hear sobbing. Wait they couldn't find a heart beat? Am I actually dead? Is this not an act at all?
I start to panic but I couldn't open my eyes. I try to move my arms but I couldn't. I hear the sound of beeping and then a loud alarm sound. I hear people shouting and I hear a loud CLEAR and I feel an electric shock go through my body.
I begin to regain feeling in my body so I try a move my arm. I hear a loud look and hear the sound of feet growing closer.
"Did you see I. I swear I saw her hand move" said a voice that sounded like Johnny. I try to move my arm again and then I feel someone hand on mine.
"Do you think she can hear us" says a voice that belongs to Pony. At this I try and open my eyes and then I hear " look at her face".
I try to do it again but fail to open my eyes. "Guys I think she can hear us" says Darry. "Don't get your hopes up guys she has been like this for two weeks now" says Soda.
I don't hear Steve of Dallas and this makes me angry. I guess my angry face gave me strength because the next thing I know I'm being blinded by a bright light.
I blink a few times and I see the whole gang there. Dallas and Steve were a sleep on the ground. Someone calls for the doctor and all the guys are kicked out.
I wake up again to a nurse asking me questions. "What" I said with a scratch voice. "I said would you like your friends to visit you" said the way to cherry nurse.
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The Greaser Girl
FanfictionMy name is Emily and I'm proud to say that I'm a greaser girl. I didn't know where I came from honestly. Dallas found me in a ditch when I was real little and here we are. But what happens when I find out who I really am?