Running, running, running. All that Emily was doing was running. Running until her feet were so heavy that they couldn't run anymore. She saw her uncle but she kept going. How could her uncle keep matching her pace, deliberately? He was supposed to be old and not really in the best of shape. He was in better shape than Emily was!
Every joint and muscle in Emily's body burned like it was on fire. Not in a good way either. She felt completely ridiculous. She bit her lip and felt completely and utterly sick. She cried it hurt so much.
She had to keep going, running even though her muscles and joints burned, and her head was spinning so much that the world around her was blurry and filled with double vision. Her uncle was still following her and taunting her psychologically.
Emily eventually fell. She fell right back into her uncle's grasp. Would he hurt her since she tried to run away? She certainly hoped not. She bit her lip. Everything was slowly becoming less and less. She was on the precipice of losing all of her consciousness.
Her uncle sat down and held her head in his lap. He gently stroked her hair. He started to sing her a very lovely tune. He kissed her. He was sad that she had tried to run away but he had exposed her too quickly. It was his fault, not hers. He was afraid that this would happen.
"Sleep Emaline. Rest your head and dream of wonderful things." His voice was deep and lulling. He picked her up and walked her home. He walked slowly up the steps and laid her down on her bed. He gently kissed the top of her head.
"Now drink like a good little girl. It will help, trust me. You trust me, don't you?" He handed Emily some blood and pressed it to her lips. She drank it. It instantly helped her sleep. She felt calm and relaxed. She curled up in her little ball.
Em had the nightmares which were to be expected. She obviously didn't feel safe sleeping at night, especially after seeing her uncle so ravenously evil.
She kept seeing the girl kill herself and her baby, the boyfriend screaming, her uncle smiling and laughing, her screaming along with the boyfriend. Screaming and something else.......laughter!
Whilst screaming, Emily had also laughed. She hadn't screamed because she was afraid. She had screamed because she was mocking him. She didn't know if this really happened or not. She was probably just having a nightmare. She hoped that she hadn't done that. If she had, she would mentally and emotionally kill herself.
