AN: This is my first fanfic, be gentle. It might be a little shit, but give me a gander. Feel free to criticize or add your two cents.

Summary: Emily is lost and her situation is a constant reminder that life isn't fair. Naomi is self-loathing, troubled by the tragedy life threw at her. What happens when they meet? A fucking beautiful catastrophe, that's what happens!

The song is Breathe Me by Sia.

First chapter is for R.P. Ily-Ika.

Enjoy x

Emily's POV.

With insomnia, you're never really asleep; you're never really awake.

Waking up in the morning gets harder and harder as the day progresses. It's even worse than trying to succumb to sleep: lying on her bed, motionless, albeit her head. She lies awake whilst her mind is victimized by analysis paralysis. The constant thought of what could have happened – the thought wasn't foreign to Emily Williams.

What would've happened if it'd all been different? Emily thinks to herself. She sighs as she pulls her comforter off her, the heat invading her room. Was it my fault? Emily asks herself.

Emily breaks her stare at the ceiling and focuses her attention on her alarm clock. It reads 4:56am. Emily's room is eerily quiet despite her raging mind. The sound of vehicles passing by and police sirens are present outside of her window. The floorboards creak as she takes a step, careful not to wake her foster mum. My bitch of a foster mum, she thinks, but quickly dismisses her rudeness as she feels guilty.

She discreetly walks to her dresser and pulls out her running costume. She undresses her long t-shirt, puts on her clothes, carefully walks down the steps, and out the door. It's still dark and chilly out, since its fall, but it doesn't stop Emily from not going out. Knowing Bristol, the weather was murky and rather shit. She plugs in her headphones and starts her iPod.

Help. I have done it, again.

Emily starts off at a light jog out of her street and rounds the corner towards the park. Running is one of the only things that help the voices inside her head subside.

I have been here many times before-ore-ore.

She knows the course to the park like the bottom of her one-heart-freckled bum. She's practically ran it every morning when she couldn't find sleep.

Hurt myself again today.

Emily concentrates on her strides and breathing. Her throat felt as if she swallowed knives as the cold, breezy air attacked her air passage.

And the worst part is there's no one else to bl-am-ame.

Be my friend.

Hold me, wrap me up.

Unfold me.

Emily dashes around the lake surrounding the park, pushing herself harder and harder. Her breathing is erratic and she has no longer control over her legs as she lengthens her duration. Soon enough, she starts feeling numb, by the cold or sadness, she isn't sure.

I am small.

I am needy.

Warm up me.

And breathe me.

She keeps the song playing on repeat as she finally reaches the doorstep of the house she resides in. Not much of a home, Emily thinks to herself as she opens the door. The smell of alcohol and tobacco immediately rushes through her nose as she walks through the threshold.

"Where the hell have you been, you ungrateful little shit?" Angela, her foster mum, shouts.