Emily, Come Home

One

Trigger warning: Suicide, Cutting, Death

 The smell of bacon and pancakes filled the room. I rolled over and stared blankly towards the door. He assumed that I was still asleep, but in reality, I just didn't want to face him. His words echoed in my mind.

"The only way you'll escape me is if you die."

That was my only option. I could die by his hand, or I could die by my own. Either way, I was spending the rest of my life trapped with him. I sat up on the bed and looked around the room.

What would be the most efficient way to kill myself? I could hang myself, but he might get to me in time. I was fairly certain there wasn't any medication that would kill me fast enough. He more than likely moved the gun, so that's a no-go.

I looked at the dresser and saw a small picture frame. I stood up and walked over to it. It was a picture of us on our wedding day. I picked the frame up and smashed it against the edge of the dresser.

Perfect. Even if he does come in, there's nothing around for miles. There's no one to save me.

I took a shard of glass and held it in my hand. As I took a deep breath, I pressed the shard around my forearm and pulled it down. A trail of crimson appeared, and I cried out in shock. I heard clattering from the kitchen. I quickly repeated the same motion on the other wrist and dropped the glass to the floor.

I sank to the ground as the warm, red fluid spilled down my arms. The scent of copper infiltrated my nostrils. As I bled out, I felt a smile form on my lips. The door flung open.

"Em? Em? No, no, no, no..." He grabbed anything he could to try and stop the bleeding. "Stay with me. Don't... It's gonna be fine. Just-"

"I'm finally free, Gee..." I smiled faintly. His eyes widened in horror. "I'm free." He shook his head frantically until his gaze fell on the blood-stained shard of glass.

"I won't let you die alone." He pulled up his sleeves and quickly slit his own wrists. "I love you, Em. I won't let you die alone." I laughed bitterly at the irony of it all.

It was poetic, in a way. Almost like Romeo and Juliet, only I was trying to escape him, not be with him. I suppose it had the same dramatic flair though. Two star-crossed lovers who met a tragic fate, dying from an unnecessary cause.

Dying doesn't hurt. After a couple of minutes, I lost most feeling in my body. There was no pain or discomfort. I didn't feel scared or anxious. For the first time in my entire life, I felt entirely at peace.

As we sat on the floor, bleeding into the same puddle, I chuckled to myself. He looked over at me.

"What's funny?" He slurred. I shook my head slightly.

"Never thought we'd end up here. First date we had, I thought about spending the rest of my life with you. Just didn't know it'd be so short." He chuckled and nodded.

"Me either," he agreed. "Em, I never wanted it to end this way, you know? I really do love you."

"I know," I smiled at him. We sat in silence for a moment, staring into each other's eyes. As I felt the darkness creeping up on me, I grabbed his hand.

The last thing I saw before I drifted into an endless sleep was his tired smile as he whispered.

"Emily, let's go home." 

A/N: So, I wanted to thank those of you who have been reading and following along with this shit show. I'm sorry that the last few chapters were so short, but I had to finish it while I still have the inspiration to. I hate leaving things incomplete. Vote, comment, share if you liked it. Comment and let me know if you didn't. I have another story I'm working on now, so stick around and check it out, or feel free to read one of the others I have posted now. Thank you lovelies <3 

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