AN: This story is taken from Emily Sloane's POV. As you'll see, I've made a
few conclusions about her from Page 47 and The Prophecy…
Disclaimer: I own neither Alias nor Emily. In fact, I don't really own anything.
I can feel myself growing weaker as the cancer takes over my body. Cancer is a funny thing—causing your own body to do unnatural things that eventually kill you. It spreads without you realizing it. Doctors say it metastasizes. Now there's a word that truly sounds as foreboding as the action it describes.
But by far the most interesting thing about cancer is the importance of early detection. I didn't want to admit that something might be wrong with me, and because of my reluctance, I'm going to die. It spread so fast and so far that before I realized what was happening, it was beyond my control. Cancer is not the only thing like that.
I know Arvin thinks I'm completely innocent about what he really does. The truth is I've always known in some form or another. At first I could tell myself that it wasn't happening, that he was still the man I'd fallen in love with. But as time went on, the cancer of evil began to change him. He's still loving and caring with me, but when he is thinking about business he's vicious.
I could see it the other night at supper when he was listening to Will Tippin's story. Something about the way he looked at him made me afraid for this young man. What could he possibly know or do that would make my husband hate him so?
I wanted to talk to Sydney about what I know. Just once in my life, I wanted to tell someone that I know what goes on in my house when my husband thinks I'm not paying attention. But I saw the way I startled her, and I saw the glimmer of fear in her eyes, and I knew that I could not. Because even if Arvin would overlook my lapse of judgment, he might not be so kind if another knew. And Sydney has had so much pain in her life, she deserves something better.
I imagine you're wondering why I stayed with him all these years if I knew. But my husband was not always the man you see today. At one time he was kind, a good man who fought for good things. But then one day something happened, and the seed was planted. From there it grew and grew until it took over his whole life. Why haven't I left him? Because the truth is I still love the good man he once was, the good man who still lives inside him somewhere.
No, cancer is not the only thing that kills.
Disclaimer: I own neither Alias nor Emily. In fact, I don't really own anything.
I can feel myself growing weaker as the cancer takes over my body. Cancer is a funny thing—causing your own body to do unnatural things that eventually kill you. It spreads without you realizing it. Doctors say it metastasizes. Now there's a word that truly sounds as foreboding as the action it describes.
But by far the most interesting thing about cancer is the importance of early detection. I didn't want to admit that something might be wrong with me, and because of my reluctance, I'm going to die. It spread so fast and so far that before I realized what was happening, it was beyond my control. Cancer is not the only thing like that.
I know Arvin thinks I'm completely innocent about what he really does. The truth is I've always known in some form or another. At first I could tell myself that it wasn't happening, that he was still the man I'd fallen in love with. But as time went on, the cancer of evil began to change him. He's still loving and caring with me, but when he is thinking about business he's vicious.
I could see it the other night at supper when he was listening to Will Tippin's story. Something about the way he looked at him made me afraid for this young man. What could he possibly know or do that would make my husband hate him so?
I wanted to talk to Sydney about what I know. Just once in my life, I wanted to tell someone that I know what goes on in my house when my husband thinks I'm not paying attention. But I saw the way I startled her, and I saw the glimmer of fear in her eyes, and I knew that I could not. Because even if Arvin would overlook my lapse of judgment, he might not be so kind if another knew. And Sydney has had so much pain in her life, she deserves something better.
I imagine you're wondering why I stayed with him all these years if I knew. But my husband was not always the man you see today. At one time he was kind, a good man who fought for good things. But then one day something happened, and the seed was planted. From there it grew and grew until it took over his whole life. Why haven't I left him? Because the truth is I still love the good man he once was, the good man who still lives inside him somewhere.
No, cancer is not the only thing that kills.