Sluts & Suicide

n e p e n t h e

nepenthe: (n.) something that can make you forget about grief or suffering

"So, I hear that you live with Lesley Warren," River said, expecting an answer. Emme had a bad feeling about this, but it felt so good. So right.

Emme hummed in response. He looked at her, still expecting an answer. He finally took a hint and asked her his question.

"What's it like," River asked further. Emme let out a hmph. River's question was absolutely ridiculous.

"I've only just moved in. The last time I saw her was when I was super young, so I wouldn't know," Emme responded.

"What was your first night like," River rephrased.

"I still have yet to get used to the bed," Emme said, not wanting to elaborate.

"What's your family like," River pestered. The question that River had just asked got to Emme. It hit her hard.

"Well, um, I and my family are kinda strange," Emme tried to put it in her best words. It was River's turn to hmph. He was very unsatisfied with her answer.

"My family is kinda strange too," River whispered to Emme as the teacher started talking. Emme ignored him and listened to the teacher.

"For about the next week and a half, we will be learning about World War Two," Ms. Barnes started. Emme perked up. She loved learning about World War Two and the Holocaust. She found the subject so interesting.

"So please take out your notebooks and take the next five minutes to write down what you know about World War Two," Ms. Barnes finished explaining.

The class went by slow, and Emme found that as the teacher droned on about the current unit, the class got much more boring.

On her way out, Ms. Barnes stopped Emme.

"How was the class? I hope you enjoyed it," the teacher said. Emme put on a small smile and said that she did.

"I did. I can't wait to learn more," Emme said in her most cheery voice. Ms. Barnes smiled at her comment and excused Emme.

"Really. You can't wait to learn more? That is such a lie," an accusing voice said behind Emme as she started walking down the hall. Emme jumped slightly, scared from the sudden voice. This caused laughter. Multiple laughters.

Emme turned around and came face to face with River and his 'gang'.

"What do you want," Emme asked with a monotonous voice.

"Come with us," Christian said, kind of excited. He gently grabbed Emme's bicep and dragged me to his car.

"But my aunt is picking me up," She said, trying to get out of what they were about to do to her.

"No worries, she'll think you made a friend and went home with them," River excused. Emme groaned, knowing he was right.

"Fine," Emme pout.

"Don't act too excited," the brown-haired boy said sarcastically. She rolled my eyes at him.

Emme was slipped into the back seat, next to River and buckled up.

"Where are we going," She whispered to River.

"Somewhere," He replied, a smirk and a glint in his eye. Oh, boy. They were in the car for what seemed like hours but was only an hour.

"We're here," Christian sang as he parked in a huge parking lot. Hundreds of cars were here and right in front of us was a carnival set up.

"Welcome to the annual town fair," River announced.