Hello everyone! Did you miss me? ;) It's only been like a day but this is Pyramids and it's a totally new direction for me. I've proven that I can write fluff but what about tragedy/hurt/comfort/angst? Let me tell you that I can definitely do that lol. Each chapter is gonna be at least a thousand words, but here is chapter one and hopefully you all like it.


Emily's POV

When I graduated from high school, I had a bright future ahead of me. Acceptance letters flooded my mailbox from nice colleges, offering scholarships, and promises of a comfortable life. If you asked anyone who Emily Fields was, the only people that would remember are members of the swim team. I didn't mind that I wasn't very popular, as long as I had my best friend Samara with me, everything was okay.

Samara and I have known each other since we were babies, our mothers were best friends in high school and in college. In fact, they were so close that her mother is godmother to me. I didn't come from money, but my parents always saw to it to give me anything I needed to be successful and I'm forever grateful for that.

Samara and I are both lesbians and when we came out to our parents it was a little hard at first because they thought we were dating. Samara is like my older sister, I can't imagine being with her like that. Samara's mom had an easier time accepting her; it took some time for my parents to get used to who I was, but they treated me the same way they did if I were straight, so everything ran smoothly after coming out.

Over the summer, Samara and I got summer jobs to help pay for college. We both worked at our local coffee shop called The Brew, the pay was almost nine dollars an hour plus tips, so in a months time we had both saved up a decent amount of money to live a little while we went to college.

Little did I know one day in August would change my entire life.

Flashback

Samara and I were finishing up our shift at The Brew and we took her car back to our houses. We were neighbors so it never made any sense for each of us to drive to work in a separate car.

We pulled up to my house and Samara was coming with me to help pick out some stuff to take to college with me.

"I can't believe we're going to college next week Em!" She squealed excitedly. "Are your parents home?"

"They should be, they just got back from a little getaway weekend to Philly." I smiled as I got out my keys and unlocked the door, when I opened it Samara screamed in terror.

There was blood everywhere, blood painted the walls, it seeped into the carpet and some was even on the ceiling.

"Oh my god, Emily the table!" She sobbed.

I looked over at the kitchen table and there were my parents...they were dead.

I pulled out my cell phone shakily and called the police.

"Hello, Rosewood Police Department how may I assist you?"

I swallowed a huge lump in my throat "I just got home from work and my parents have been brutally murdered."

"Where are you located?"

"I live at 43 Serenity Lane, hurry please."

"We're on our way. Stay put okay?"

End Flashback

Nobody knows who did this to my parents, they didn't leave a single trace of evidence, no hair, no prints, nobody even heard anything going on in my house.

My house has since been roped off and classified as a murder scene, so Samara's mom offered me to stay at their house until I was able to move back into my house and get my things; something I'm sure is never going to happen.

I've become very quiet, I don't eat very often, and it just makes me overall sick to be right next door to my house. I'll never be able to shake the mental image of my parents being laid out on my kitchen table coated from head to toe in blood.


I've been in Samara's, well, it's my room too now...for the last three days, I've barely spoken to anyone and I'm just looking out the window to my house, silent tears pouring out of my eyes.

Samara's soft voice cut through my thoughts. "Em?"

"What do you want Samara?" I croaked.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked gently.

I wiped away traces off my raw cheeks and looked her straight in the eyes. "What?"

"Have you ever wanted to start over?"


Two Years Later

"You know, this isn't exactly what I had in mind." She sighed sadly.

"Well, it pays the rent." I reply while tossing the keys onto the counter.

Samara nods her head weakly in understanding, but I know there's more.

"When we moved out here, I thought we'd be chasing our dreams, not working at a nightclub."

"Dreams are meant to die." I stated flatly.

Samara and I moved out of Pennsylvania to California, she had high hopes that she would become an artist and I just came along for the ride, it was too painful living in Rosewood, I really don't know what I want in life.

Eventually the government seized all our assets and possessions and foreclosed our house, just to pay off all the debt my parents were in. That left me with nothing, no more college, no more hopes or dreams. I had saved $3,000 that summer, that covered my plane ticket to Sacramento and our first months rent in the only apartment we can afford.

"Emily, do you want to ta-" She started.

"No." I cut her off quickly.

She let out a deep sigh. "Okay Em, eventually you're going to have to talk about it with someone, I'll always be here for you. You're my best friend and I'd do anything for you. I'm going to sleep, I'm very tired. Sweet dreams Em."

I just scoffed and went in the opposite direction towards the shower, the only place where I actually let my feelings out. I sob quietly as I furiously scrub my skin, trying to get the feeling of so many people touching me off, the feeling of just being dirty. I think of my parents, how disappointed they would be if they were still here, they wouldn't even be able to look at me again.

I turn off the water and step out of the shower, examining the bruises left on my thighs and how thin and tired I look in the filthy mirror. I manage to get myself to look away, slide on some pajamas and eventually fall asleep on our old living room couch.

Will someone ever come save me?