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C. 8

I woke up only a few hours ago and I have been sitting in my own chair, lost in thought since then. There was much to think about right now, things like where I was, is Emmett okay or does he even care that I've been gone, why are we in a cave, what was Niklaus writing in that book that he sent away when I woke up, what does he want with me, and most importantly, what am I?

Niklaus' voice drew me back into reality where my heart shuddered with excitement and that need only amplified within me, it's beginning to become unbearable and I have no clue how to get rid of its building pressure.

"We have much to discuss Beasty and you're going to need to listen very carefully. Do you understand?"

I nodded my head in agreeance and simply waited for him to continue.

"I'll start out with some of your small questions first. You need to forget about your friend, he will never find you nor will you ever go back to him so just forget him."

Just like that, my mind took that as a command and the machine was fast to work as it pulled every memory of Emmett from the last thirteen years and simply erased them. Starting with the most recent ones, the first to go was last month when we went to the carnival and we went on the most terrifying rollercoaster, before I could enjoy it my mind had erased him from it so that all I remember is screaming beside no one. Next was that of our birthdays that year, since we are only a few days apart we decided to save our money and rent a beach house to celebrate and now my mind only remembers running along the beach, swimming in the water, blowing out my candles, alone.

My eyes began burning as more memories came forward to only be erased, taking my happiest memories and turning them into empty ones with a faceless man. It kept going no matter how hard I tried to hold on to them, to hold onto his face and presence- he was fading faster than I wanted.

I sat and watched years of my life flash by with him by my side until his face was replaced with an empty slot or a faceless man. The tears were streaming down my face as I fought to hold onto them but I couldn't, they were fading faster now until it finally came to an end where it all started.

The last memory was the very first. Emmett and I were eleven years old and I had just been transferred to another school that year. I was so bad at making friends because all the ones that I would have were all temporary and they only wanted to talk to me for my mothers money. Before Emmett, my longest friendship lasted two months because that's how long we would stay somewhere before we moved again. I was alone on the blacktop when a group of kids came over to pester me about being a 'spoiled rich bitch' and that I thought I was better than everyone else because my parents had money. They did this for days until Emmett returned back to school after a fight he later told me about, he watched from afar day after day as these kids relentlessly picked on me and I just sat there and silently dealt with it all, allowing them to say things about me, take my things, throw nearly anything they could at me at recess and in class and one day in class a student took it too far for Emmett's liking.

The teacher stepped out to talk to a student and one of the girls from our class picked up the science textbook and hurled it at me from across the room, her accuracy was amazing because just as I looked up the book slammed into my face and then hit the desk. For a moment the room was silent as we all tried to process what just happened and I couldn't understand it either, the pain hadn't quite registered until I felt the trickle of blood run down my chin and my lips. It wasn't until then that I felt the pain of a fractured nose and busted lip. For the first time since they began bullying me, I cried. I did more than cry, I bawled and that pain quickly turned into rage. All within mere minutes my crying stopped and I had stomped across the room a bloody mess, stared the girl in the eyes and made her feel the same pain I felt and Emmett aided in my revenge, he himself had gotten up and marched to the girl as well, while I stood in front of her desk he stood behind her.