'Go. Go. Just fucking go you idiot!' Emily screamed at herself, yet her feet remained planted. For the last two hours, she had been trying to convince herself to get up and go. Obviously, she had yet to be successful.
A loud creak shattered the silence around her, snapping Emily out of the daze she had been in for the past two hours. 'Is someone awake?' she thought, concentrating on where everyone's power level was at. No, all still sleeping. Just the house being weird again.
The thought of someone catching finally scared her into action. She dropped one of the letters she had been holding on her desk; there was no way she was sneaking into her mothers room to leave it there. She was too light of a sleeper.
Emily hauled her bag onto her shoulder and floated out of her room, down the hall and into her brother, Gohan's, room. He was snoring so loudly she resisted the urge to clap her hands around her ears. She quietly pulled out one of his drawers and set the second letter on top of his (ugh) underwear. It was the only place she knew he would see it without her mother seeing it as well.
She pushed the drawer back into place as Gohan let out a particularly loud snore, making Emily cringe. Floating back into her room, she unlatched the window and wiggled her way out of it, the opening just barely big enough for her to fit through. She didn't bother shutting it; her mother needed the clear sign or else she would deny it to herself for who knows how long.
She flew up over her childhood home. It was the only place she had ever lived, and sentimental feelings creeped up on her as she looked at it. Then she remembered the past few years of living there, of how it had went from peaceful home to a screaming and crying hellhole. Anger hardened her face and she took off, leaving her last traces of childhood with her sentimentality; neither had any place with her anymore.
However, she had one last stop before beginning her new life. His house. The tiny home where she felt more at peace than almost anywhere else. She had less than an hour to arrive and get in and out. It normally took her about that long just to get there, but she was never in any hurry then. This is now, and she needed to get a move on before he woke up and caught her. Putting on an extra boost of energy, she zipped through the night air at nearly impossible speeds, closing the distance between her and his house rapidly.
She arrived with ten minutes to spare.
She floated slowly through his house, taking it all in for the last time. The memories of this place and she fought against the urge to curl up and cry. There wasn't time for that now. In. Out. Go.
She rubbed her eyes and floated through his open door. She nearly stopped breathing when she saw his face. He was so peaceful when he slept. Like an angel with black hair, slightly fanned out around him. He never moved once his head hit the pillow, so he didn't know the disaster that was bedhead like she did. Tearing her eyes away, she placed the last letter on his bedside table and tried not to sob as she floated back down the hall. Going back through his front door, she locked the door back and placed her key under the mat; it's not like she would need it anymore.
Afraid the feelings would stop her from continuing, she didn't pause to take a last look at his house. She just bolted back into the night sky, causing the trees around his house and his neighbors houses to sway violently for a half a second, and she was gone.
The tears would have been streaming down her face if she had been still, but she was flying so fast they were whipped into the wind. She cried and flew until dawn broke through the early morning sky. Dropping into the forest conveniently beneath her, she dropped her bag on a branch before curling herself into a ball. She fiddled with the ugly bracelet on her wrist, but made sure it never broke contact with some part of her skin. It was the only reason she was able to do what she had done tonight without fear of being immediately tracked down. The Ki hider.
Placing the bracelet back on her wrist, she curled tightly into herself. Nothing would ever be the same again. But, if she had stayed, who knows what kind of abuse her mother would have inflicted upon her. That is, if her mother had allowed her to stay. Something shifted inside of her belly and she placed her hand on it. Ten weeks. Two and a half months. Was it a fetus now, or was it still considered an embryo? Emily didn't know. Should she know? Did most people know? Why didn't she know?
These thoughts continued to plague her until she fell into an exhausted sleep.
I have this listed as a one shot for now, but I will continue it if you guys want me to. Gladly, in fact.
Welp.
This idea has been floating around in my head for who knows how long. If you don't know, Emily is an OC of mine; she appears in my other story 'Gohan Has a Twin?' but with a drastically different story. In case you were wondering, no, I do not suggest you read GHT. It was written mostly when I was in 8th grade and is pretty awful. I've been thinking of doing it over, but every time I attempt to do so it never quite works out. Sigh.