Emerald Black.

Nightly encounters.

CHAPTER ONE

I laid in my bed listening to the faint chirpings outside. I could hear Alyssa singing "Black Dahlia" by Hollywood Undead in her room next door. I let my eyes wonder to the ceiling corner to spot a spider's web glued to the wall. I closed my eyes and tried to remember what I had just dreamt of.

Two minutes passed

Nothing.

I rolled over to read that my Corpse Bride clock read 9:49 am.

With a sigh, I got up and made up my bed like a zombie. Doing things routinely every day made you feel that way. (trust me)

I walked over to my dresser and picked up a framed photo of my Mother and Father. I stared at them both.

My Mom was wearing a conservative but flashy back dress with lace edgings. My Dad wore an expensive Tux with a lace tie my Mom had made for him a week ago. My dads hand curved around my Moms waist happily.

Alyssa banged on the wall and called from the other side. "Emmy! Come on downstairs for breakfast!" her voice made me jump and almost drop the picture. I placed the photo back in its rightful spot and took one long good look at it before entering the hallway.

I could smell the French toast, bacon and pancakes coming from downstairs.

I slid down the stair railing and bumped into the Loin Statue at the bottom.

"Excuse me" I said to the Lion, and then dashed into the kitchen to find my four best friends, Alyssa, Alexander, Valentine, and Michelle, oh and the dog Jackie.( A cocker spaniel with four different colors.)

After the accident, Alyssa offered a chance for me to live with her and her brother Alexander.

Obviously, I said yes.

Alyssa and Alexander can never get along. Alyssa has long burgundy hair with ice blue eyes and a warm psychotic personality, while her brother has chin length dark red-brown hair with the same eyes as his sis. He is very weird and makes every little thing into a joke or fun moment. Valentine and I are similar in some ways. Valentine has shoulder length black hair, while I have is waist long. His eyes are a dull forest green, while mine are bright emerald gems. We both play instruments. He plays the cello, while I prefer the violin.

Michelle was short with a "Lacey Mosley" black haircut from Flyleaf. She had dark chocolate brown eyes that were concealed with black thick framed glasses. Michelle was the type of person that would give money to homeless people and would tend to stray animals in need of help. If a Black Bear would have come straddling in with a thorn in its paw, she would tend to it immediately, not caring if the bear would grind her to pulp. She cared about everyone, and that meant a lot to me.

But the thing we all shared in common was our hatred for Wailtonville High School.

Alyssa, Valentine, and I were eighteen. Michelle and Alexander were seventeen.( Jackie was four years old.)

"Mornin!" I took my seat at the kitchen table. They responded with grumbled "heys" and weak hand gestures.

Valentine flipped two slices of French toast into a black ceramic plate and put it in front of me.

"Mmm! Smells good. Thanks Vals"

"Your welcome Emmy" he grinned at me.

Alexander sniffed his pancakes. "Watch out Emmy. It may look and smell good, but I think he might have slipped some "stuff" into the batter." he touched the edge of the pancake to the tip of his tongue and fiercely jerked his head away in disgust.

Alyssa slapped him over the head. "Be nice! Pffft. You shouldn't be the one to talk, your cooking is horrible!" she shuddered in horror. We all laughed except for Alexander.

Bentley, our mysterious, old, white headed, butler came over with a tray of mail.

" Mr. Thomas, Ms Blake, and Ms Robeline . You mail." he handed us our mail , bowed and turned away formally.

When I moved in here, I couldn't believe it. The outside of house- well, mansion- was overwhelming just like the inside. Alexander and Alyssa had inherited money from there rich grandmother who was a baroness., and was living a lush life style. Alyssa once told me that after a while, the company of cooks, maids, gardeners, mail posts, wall posts, corner posts, and guard dogs was just to much for them, so they let them go. Bentley refused, complaining that he has been working here for so long, that this was his home, and where he belonged. I kept my eye on the mysterious butler as I took my mail and excused my self from the table to go upstairs back into my room. ( that guy seriously creeped me out.)

The letter was from my mother to my father from a while back. You can say it was there "lost love letters."

I opened to envelope and smelled the old scent. It smelled like my mothers clothes every time I hugged her.

I carefully took out the browned parchment and started to read.

October 27,

Constantine, I love you so much.

I think that I might have to call the ambulance for this love emergency- ( how corny)

The word emergency trigged a memory that I try to hard to forget.

It was my parents 22nd anniversary, and there were heading out the Ponte Bella restaurant. Mom constantly checked her makeup in the hallway mirror, fidgeting and whimpering when she thought she messed it up. Thankfully Dad assured her that she was very beautiful, and pulled her away from the mirror.

We all heard when Eddwin, my Dads best friend honked his horn. They grabbed their belongings and told me to stay out of trouble and to behave.

I nodded and watched eagerly as they went outside and shut the black Avian pattered door behind them.

I stood there for a while, waiting to see if they would come back, forgetting something like they usually would. 6 minutes later, I dashed to the computer and blasted all my favorite songs on the highest level on volume not caring that the button wouldn't turn anymore, not caring that I would be disrupting "neighborly peace," not caring if my ears started hurting.

I ended up in the kitchen raiding it full of good tasting stuff and bad-for-your-health food.

I stuffed a cupcake in my mouth, and went outside to get some fresh air. ( the whole house smelled like Pepsi, cookies, Doritos, and Monster drinks.)

I took my black sweater and took a look in the mirror.

It wasn't like someone was going to see me anyway, so what 's the point?

I went outside and shut the door behind me.

I looked up at the black sky searching for the moon. It was nowhere in sight so I figured it was a new moon ( don't get me started on that movie. GO TEAM EDWARD!) But I did see Polaris, the northern star. It used to be my wishing star when I was a little kid.

I remember my Mom coming in at night and would open my huge window to bathe me in its beautiful starlight. She said that one day my wish would be heard by the star, and would be granted when needed it the most.

Oh, I wished for a lot! of stuff: a white pony, guitar, trampoline, swing set, bat wings, a baby brother, matching pumpkin pajamas, ruler of the world….. (I was one weird kid growing up.)

She laughed at my request and tucked me in so tight that I couldn't move my body.. (He he like a mummy I suppose…) then lean forward to kiss me good night on the forehead, and right before she would leave , she would clasp both hands around her emerald necklace that was bordered with silver vines and intricate designs, and would stare directly at Polaris and mumble something incoherent and leave the room.

I remembered I was going to call here to put on my night light, but my room was already engulfed in light by Polaris. So I relaxed and fell asleep soundlessly.

I refocused my eyes when that memory played out of my head.

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