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Chapter 7: Sorrow and Agony

I opened my eyes to a room. Black carpeting. A small, stubby purple twin bed. It looked normal, other than the bizarrely large blood stain on the baby blue rug next to the bed. I could feel cold breezes going down my shirt as I stood next to the window in the corner of the room.

The room felt so dead and empty, even though it was still full. It was barren when it came to spirit, only the scent of death and despair called that room home.

On the bed was one single soul; a girl with glowing sunset orange hair, huddled into a small tight ball. I could hear sobs very clearly from where I was standing, they were echoing and bouncing off the walls.

Once I got a closer look from where I was, I realized something terrifying. This girl huddled up, was Emily.

Emily's entire body was trembling violently. Her hands were twitching like mine were before death. Emily's braces were off, which was surprising, the last time I heard they were supposed to be off in two years...

Oh my god. Is this two years after my death?

I tried to move up closer to her, but it's like my feet were glued to the floor. I wanted to move, to comfort Emily, to make her feel better. But I couldn't, I was unable to do anything but watch and suffer.

I heard inaudible murmurs of pain and anguish from Emily. The worst noises were being produced. Things no best friend would even imagine to hear.

"I'm sorry....Asher...no..." Were the only words I could make out from her scramble of words.

It was mortifying trying to watch Emily struggle to get open the letter she was grasping. Her fingers were so shaky she couldn't even keep them straight.

She finally managed to pop open the top, ripping part of the envelope along with it; Emily winced from the sound.

The ginger unfolded the lined sheet of paper, scanning the slice of white materiel with the same, horrifyingly wide eyes. They seemed as Emily's eyelids were glued to the top.

Then my vision slowly blurred out, and I realized that I was leaving this scene. I tried reaching out to her, and I even screamed, but nothing happened. But I froze in my tracks. What made me freeze? Emily was wearing short sleeve, a tank, sleeveless actually. And when Emily moved enough-

On her right arm, from the shoulder extending to her fingers, it was covered in red and pink scars and cuts. Almost no skin showing that hadn't been cut.

I swore I felt something pop inside me.

Then it was gone, I was back in that place. I felt the beginnings of tears nipping at the back of my eyes. I tried to hold back, but it didn't last for long. Before I even realized it; hot liquid began pouring down my cheeks. I couldn't control, nor stop it. They just kept coming, like a unstoppable waterfall. I felt a ripping sensation inside me, like my heart had just been ripped apart into 3 pieces. The worst pains were stabbing me in the chest.

Than the cry came, the most anguished, agonized weeps I didn't even know I could produce.

Colorless grinned, it was like she was feeding off my pain. I didn't get it, why would she be so diabolical? She was so comforting when I found out I was pregnant. And now she's just a demon, what happened?

"How was that?" Is it me or did she seem happy?

"Horrible."

I couldn't help but stare at her. I bet she thought it was weak; I bet everyone thinks I'm weak now. But I'm not I'm going to prove that in strong. I'm going to show everyone who ever teased me, tormented me, and bullied me wrong.