A/N: So this is my new little project. I hope you like it. I know there's not much, but I kinda want to hear some opinions before I post more. So review and I'll have some more up in a day or so. So review!
Let's just say that this wasn't Emma Nelson's year.
Mix up beginning of the year bitchiness with alienation and a nice big slab of Gonorrhea and you have a nice basis. That would be a bad year for anyone. But if you add having a gun pointed at you and watching a person die and wondering if you were to blame… well that was a bad year for Emma Nelson. And she felt the effects.
Everyone hated her. Everyone had her pegged. She was "easy." She was a slut, pure and simple. That's what they all thought.
Emma Nelson: the environmental crusader; the feisty girl who couldn't shut her mouth to save the life of her; the quintessential good girl; was dead. It wasn't a quick, abrupt death… it dragged on. Part of Emma had died with Rick. Part of Emma had died when Sean left. Part of Emma had died as she made those fateful steps to the van in the ravine. Yup, Emma was dead alright.
But it went beyond these last few months- Emma had been dying for longer than that. Her life, her memories, had been weighing on her for a long time. She couldn't breathe anymore. She couldn't remember what it felt like to be alive.
She had to do something.