Song: Remembering Sunday- All Time Low
Ittalics means memory
She woke up in a cold sweat, panting from a recurring nightmare. Her head was throbbing, like her brain was pounding against her skull. She turned her body, now hanging her legs of her bed. Looking down she sees a bottle of vodka half empty, picking it up she drank the rest until it was finished, letting it fall the the floor with a semi-loud thud. She ran her hands through her dark hair a few times before looking at her clock. 2:13 A.M., it read. Next to her clock was a picture of her, her a someone else, her and another girl. A blonde. They looked happy, she squinted her eyes at the picture before looking around her room there were pictures of the two of them together everywhere. She wanted to know who she was. No, she had to know. So she put on her shoes, grabed one of the many picture on her wall, and left.
"I'm not eating that." She stated firmly, the disgust evident on her face. "Come on, Em" she pushed "just try it, and if you don't like it I'll make something else." She had been trying to make Emily eat french toast, but she didn't like it so she had to convince her. Emily gave her a look "Fine." She huffed out, irritated with herself she let her win. French toast was now her favorite food.
It was like her body was on auto-pilot takeing her to a familiar, yet unfamiliar place. A large house flawless gray paint, nice stainless windows. She examined the house a little more before walking up the wooden steps, the made a creaking noise every time her foot hit a step. She knocked on the door.
She knocked on the door. "Hey." Emily greeted simply when the door opened. The girl offered a smile in return. "Come in." They both walked in. "Nice place." Emily offered looking around. The girl rolled her eyes and muttered a small 'sure. She led Emily upstairs with with a devilish grin, walking in her room, hurriedly slamming the door in her face. "What was that for?" Emily asked through the door. "You seriously didn't think think I'd let you in my room did you?" She asked rhetorically. Emily could tell she was smirking. "So I'll wait out here?" She asked, already knowing the answer. "That you will."
When no one answered the door she banged on it, loudly. She banged on the door until the next door neighbor opened the door, panicked. "What are you doing?!" She yelled, "Its almost three in the morning!" Emily's eyes widened, she stumbled over what to say finally, she walked over to the neighbors house and gave her the picture "Have you seen this girl?" The lady studied the picture "Oh sweety," she said to her sadly, the anger on her face quickly disolved into sadness. "She doesn't live here." When she looked into Emily's eyes she saw the disappointment and offered a small I'm sorry. She walked off the porch as it was starting to rain, since she didn't have a jacket she had to walk with her arms bare.
"I love you." Emily said to her unexpectedly looking into her eyes. The girl smiled sadly, "No you don't." She whispered, it was so low she wouldn't have heard it if she wasn't listening for it. "I-" Emily started but was cut off. "You don't love me because I don't believe in love. I mean, yeah it exists for some people but I stopped believing a long time ago." The years had already started to fall before she finished her sentence. She expected Emily to leave, but instead, she hugged her. "I do love you, you know."
The rain had soaked Emily's whole body. Her lips curved into an almost smile, 'Ali loved the rain she thought. Then it hit her. Hard. Why she can't think straight, why she can't remeber anything, and more importantly, why she couldn't remember her. She started to cry, then fell to the ground on her knee letting out a heart shattering sob. "Why?" She screamed up at the sky. She dropped her for head to the cold, wet ground. "Why." She whispered, defeated.
"Hello?" She answered the phone, grinning. It was Ali. "Hello?" She said again. "Emily?" A voice questioned. "Yeah." She answered confused, it was Jason, Alison's brother. "She's gone." He said vaguely. "What?" Ali always told her she wanted to run away. Had she finally done it? "She's Dead."