Emily's POV
"Don't leave please," I begged.
"I have to," he gave me a small sad smile and started walking away into the dark.
"Please don't," I whimpered and curled up into a ball, scared of being alone in the dark.
"You let him walk away."
"It's all your fault."
"He's gone because of you."
The deafening voices came from all around and I moved back into the dark trying to find an escape.
I couldn't see anything. I didn't know where I was. I was all alone. Terrified to death.
As I crawled backwards, my back bumped into something. I turned around to see a wrecked car. The windows were smashed, and the windshield was broken.
"Emily?" I heard a voice say my name.
I recognized the voice. It was his. He was here. He was alive.
"Chris?"
"Where are you?" I yelled looking all around to find him in the darkness.
"Emily, help me," he whispered.
"Chris where are you?" I yelled again.
"Here, I'm here."
I followed the voice and saw Christian sprawled on the floor beside the driver's seat of the car with blood pouring out of his noggin and his nostrils.
"Chris?" I leaned down beside him.
"You didn't save me," he looked up to me.
"I couldn't. I'm sorry," tears started pouring out of my eyes.
"You could've. But you didn't," he whispered.
"Chris please, come with me. Don't leave me again. Please I-I beg y-you," I cried and buried my head in my hands.
"You don't deserve him," a familiar voice came from behind and I turned around to see dad standing with his hands tucked in his pockets.
"Dad?" I whispered.
"You. Deserve. To. Die," he emphasized each word before dissipating away.
"Dad?"
"Chris?" I looked back where the car was a moment ago, only to find darkness evading the entire space.
"Hello?" I called, breathing heavily.
I moved backwards, utterly terrified of my surroundings when strong and clammy hands were put on my mouth, keeping me from screaming.
"You thought that I would let you go this easily, didn't you?" I turned around to see a hooded figure towering upon me.
"Who are you?" my voice was muffled because of his grip on my mouth.
He chuckled wickedly and pressed his body against mine, knocking the breath out of my lungs.
"Somebody save me," I bit his hand screamed.
"You little bitch," he kicked me in the stomach and I fell on the floor on my back.
He sat down beside me and started taking my clothes off.
"Help!" I screamed for help again when I saw somebody walking towards us with arms crossed over his chest.
"Noah?" I recognized his eyes immediately.
"Cupcake?" he voice was laced with concern.
"Help me," I whimpered, scooting away from the man.
"I'm sorry. You deserve this," Noah shook his head and started walking away, disappearing into the dark, leaving me with the man behind.
"Please let me go," I cried.
The man took out a knife from his pocket and cleaned it with a cloth.
"Nobody is there to save you," his evil laugh echoed and I shuddered in horror.
He brought the knife up to stab me when I screamed at the top of my lungs and felt my breathing become shallow.
I jolted upwards on the bed, panting heavily I placed a hand on my heart to calm my breathing down.
My nightmares were back. And they were far worse than before.
My lungs were burning and I was struggling to fulfill my need of oxygen. I coughed and brought my knees up to my chest, placing my head on them.
I felt tears forming at the back of my eyes as I swallowed the lump in my throat.
Tears slid down my cheeks and in a matter of seconds, I was crying hysterically yet again.
No matter how hard I tried to keep my strong facade on, I knew that deep down I was weak. I was afraid. I was scared.
I had been suffering from all of this and it just kept on getting worse and worse each passing day and I had absolutely no one to talk to about it.
Why did it always happen to me?
Did I not deserve to live a normal happy life?
What did I do wrong to deserve all of this?
I was tired. Tired of being strong all the time. Tired of being alone.
I brushed my tears away and rested my head on the headrest. I sighed heavily and closed my eyes, praying to God to end this.
I was done being strong. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted my life to end. I needed my life to end.
I checked the time on my phone which read eleven pm. I had cried myself to sleep after coming back from Noah's.
I didn't know what happened to me when I saw both of them together but whatever it was, it hurt too much. I was already struggling with my life and here I was, crying over something that I didn't even know about.
I didn't know what happened and why I reacted that way. Noah wasn't my boyfriend and he was fully allowed to do anything but why did I feel betrayed?
I didn't even go to work today because of what happened.
I unlocked my phone and my notification bar notified me that I had five new messages.
I opened and saw that all of them were from Aaron. I didn't know why but I expected them to be from someone else. From a certain someone.
Emily?
-A
Why didn't you come?
-A
Everything alright?
-A
Are you okay?
-A
Text me as soon as you see this -A
I smiled at the thought of at least someone caring for me. I typed a quick text, telling him that I was fine.
My stomach growled and I realized that I hadn't eaten anything after my breakfast. I made my way downstairs and opened the fridge to take out milk. I made cereal and sat on the counter.
I ate in silence, thinking about everything that had happened in the past few days. I got way too much attached to Noah that I had forgotten that he had a life as well. A life besides me. I shouldn't have reacted like that when I saw her with Nichole. I had no right to.
He had every right to do anything he wanted. He didn't need my approval. I wasn't supposed to feel this way. He was just my friend. I should be happy for him. Happy that maybe he found his happiness in someone.
Maybe Nichole wasn't someone she appeared to be? Maybe she was actually a good hearted person behind her facade? Maybe she could keep him happy? Maybe she was what he deserved?
It was always like this, the popular jock and the cheerleader. It had always been like this. They were perfect for each other.
I had no right to feel jealous or anything on that matter. I decided to act normal and congratulate Noah on his new......well relationship.
I thanked God that I didn't break down in front of him when I took in the scene. Only thinking about it made my heart ache but I wasn't allowed to feel this way.
If I had acted immaturely in front of them it would've been so difficult to face him after that. I decided not to mention anything to him about today's matter and act like it didn't bother me in any way on our next encounter.
It wouldn't be that difficult, would it?