Traveling

Extra: The Incident

I was packing to leave for America with my mom. I go there every few months for about two weeks.

"Hey," I hear a guy say and I recognize his voice.

"Hi Luke," I say not looking back at him.

Suddenly, I feel arms go around my waist. Luke rested his head on my shoulder, his chest against my back. I am able to feel his breath on my neck and his chest moving up and down on my back as he was breathing in and out.

"I love you, Emily," he whispers to me in my ear.

"I love you too Luke," I say and turn my head to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Then I continue to my packing.

"You're such a tease," he tells me. I glance at him as see he has a smirk.

I laugh at him. "Sorry, Luke. I have to finish packing. I'm leaving tomorrow morning."

"When will you be coming back?" He asked.

"Either two weeks or more," I lied to him. I knew I'd be back in less than that time, but I wanted to come back and surprise him.

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~week and a half later~

I look down and turn around. I couldn't believe what I just seen. After realizing this wasn't some kind of horrible nightmare I began crying. I go in the hall and sit in a corner, curled up crying.

"What's wrong?" I hear someone say.

I look up and see Michael. Him and I are friends, but not too close. He sits down next to me, putting his arms around me, despite the fact that I was soaking wet from the rain.

I put my head in his shoulder and began to cry even more. I let every tear drop fall until I had no more left.

My crying slowly stops and I look at Michael who is looking at me.

"Finished crying yet?" He asks, his voice kind and soft.

"Yeah.. I think so.." I say in between sniffles. I look at his clothes and see he's wet. "Sorry about getting your clothes wet."

He smiles his sweet smile. "Don't worry about it," he says, laughing a bit. "I was bound to get wet anyway, with this rain."

I smile and slowly get up. He also gets up, wiping dirt from his butt. "Thank you Michael," I say as I hug him. "I think we should go to class."

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I've been in bed for days and haven't gone to school ever since I saw Luke with that girl. I haven't really been doing much other than cry and listen to slow songs.

I'm playing "Fix You" by Coldplay when I faintly hear a knock on the door.

"Come in," I say trying to sound loud but couldn't. My throat hurts from all the times I've screamed into my pillow. The door opens and my eyes widen as I see Michael walk through the door.

"Wow, you're really a mess," he tells me, stating the obvious.

I sit up in bed and look around my room. There are tissues all over the floor and my bed. I look in the mirror and see my reflection.

I look hideous. My hair is all over the place. I tried running my hand through it but couldn't. Then I notice my makeup. I haven't really been able to sleep, so I have black under my eyes. My mascara and eye liner is run down, which makes the black under my eyes look darker.

"This is so embarrassing," I say as I cover my face with my blanket. I sigh and smell my breath. It smells horrible.
I get up from bed. "Um.. wait here. I'm going to take a shower. I didn't realize how gross I look."

I quickly grab my clothes and left. I get in the shower and stay in there for a long time, forgetting Michael was waiting for me. Most of the shower consisted of me just standing or sitting there crying, replaying the scene of Luke and that girl in my head over and over again.

I began to shave my legs. I accidentally cut my leg. It stung and for a second I forgot about Luke. I continue and purposely start cutting my thighs. The razor was a bit dull, so I got out and went through my makeup bag.

In there I found my sharpener that I use for my pencil eyeliner. I unscrew the tiny screw and got the blade. I sat on the floor and begin using the blade for my wrists. Blood was dripping from my wrist and legs.

I hear a knock on the door scaring me, causing me to jump up. The blade got stuck in my skin from the jump.

"Damn it!" I yell in pain.

"Hey Em are you okay?!" I hear Michael shout, sounding worried.

"Y-Yeah.. I'm fine," I say shaking. Suddenly, everything around me starts to spin. My vision is blurred then blackens. "A-Actually.. I'm not," I say, right before fainting.

~ Michael's POV ~

I'm in her room, sitting on her bed, waiting for her to get out of the shower. It has been nearly an hour since she's been in there and I start to worry.

I wasn't sure about where the bathroom is, so I ask Emily's dad who is sitting on the couch watching tv.

"Um, sir, where's the restroom?" I ask him.

"First door to the left down the hall," he answers with out even taking his eyes off of the tv.

I went and didn't hear the water on. I knock on the door but hesitate at first.

"Damn it!" I hear her yell. She sounded hurt, which worried me.

"Hey Em are you okay?!" I ask her.

"Y-Yeah.. I'm fine," she says, but a few seconds later she faintly says "A-Actually.. I'm not."

I'm freaking out. Without thinking I open the door and see Emily on the floor. I blushed a bit, seeing her naked. Then see the blood dripping everywhere.

I pick her up, not caring that she was naked or the fact that blood was getting all over me. I just want to keep her alive.

I quickly walk to the living room to show her dad but he fell asleep on the couch. I needed to hurry so I just grabbed his car key and put her in the car. I then take off my shirt and wrap it around her wound. At least the deepest one. Her body is cold and she was turning pale.

I sat down and started the car. It is only my second time driving, so I'm not too good.

I sped off not thinking about it. I kind of wanted a police officer to stop me and take over the driving but I'm already at the hospital.

I carry her to a random bed and the nurses do their job and take care of her.