-A/N- Hey! SO heres the first chapter.. it might just stay as a one-shot.. unless people want me to continue it. Im not an English major, or law, or medical.. haha. its fiction.. anything can happen, right? ;) haha.. well i hope you enjoy my Emison story.
As I lay here the only thing I can hear is the subtle beep coming from the heart monitor to my left. The other people in the room talk among each other but I just try to ignore them and continue searching the channels on the TV. I want nothing more than to yell at them to shut up. I look down at my arm and remember that I am wearing the signature, ugly hospital gown. It wasn't a dream. Why am I here? I still haven't been told, even though I've asked several times this morning. On the bed to my left, there is an elderly lady who is still sound asleep; she looks so peaceful. I am in awe at how she can sleep with everything going on in the room. Hope she is all right, as her breakfast that arrived around two hours ago remains untouched on the table beside her. The distasteful light beige walls that surround me make everything just that much more depressing. The food isn't much better either; the oatmeal is mushy and the coffee has no flavour. I don't know how long I can stay here before I go insane. I feel as though I am a caged bird with no wings. As I scan the room I notice the nurse walk in with her clipboard and it brings me out of my thoughts.
"Alison, you have some visitors, are you ready to talk?" the nurse asks me as I raise an eyebrow back at her. She had come into the room an hour ago to ask me about the incident last night, which I don't know anything about. However, I was in a lot of pain and couldn't rotate my head even the slightest and since I couldn't function properly they decided to leave me alone. I just want someone to tell me how I ended up in here and why I'm in all this pain. I'm 17 years old, surely they can't be allowed to keep it a secret from me much longer.
"Yeah, I suppose so," I reply and push my bowl of oatmeal off to the side. The nurse then nods her head as she leaves the room which motions two uniformed officers to walk in. They stand on either side of my bed and shut the curtains around us for privacy. But what difference does that make? It's not like the fabric stops any sounds from traveling. The other people in the room may not be able to see my reactions but they will still hear everything. As soon as my eyes lock with the officer to my right my heart stops for a moment and I remember why I am here. I drop my head and shut my eyes as I silently curse at the thoughts going through my brain. All the memories come flashing through my mind as I put my head back onto my pillow.
The music is blasting, people are dancing, and the sun is nowhere in sight. My friends and I leave Noel's cabin and begin searching for my moms car- which i borrowed for the evening. As we look across the field for it our vision is blocked by people scattered all over the place. They can no longer walk in a straight line and some can't even stand up. As we reach my car I chug the last of my drink and toss the cup onto the ground.
"Who's driving?" Hannah slurs as she trips on a rock.
"Dude, I am" I laugh as I fumble the keys out of my pocket.
"Are you kidding me?" Emily says as she looks at me with a scared expression.
"Shut up, I'm driving and you can't stop me." I say loudly as I unlock the car doors so everyone can climb in. I look behind me to see who is getting in when I hear two of my friends talking.
"Watch her get us all killed or something." One of them says quietly.
"I think I'll just walk home actually." I look around to see where the voice came from and it was Emily. Does she really have that little faith in me?
"Babe, everything will be fine; it's three in the morning, there will be hardly anyone on the road." I reassure her, but I can sense that she is terrified due to the slight glisten in her eyes that hint at possible tears. I walk over to her and give her a long, warming hug, as I pull away I sneak a quick kiss in and give her a cheesy smile before I lose my balance and she catches me.
"You can't even stand up straight without leaning on something! Let alone drive a vehicle full of our friends! What if something bad happens? I can't lose you to something as careless as driving while drunk."
After finally convincing everyone that I will be able to drive them home safely, we all pile inside my car. I start the engine and put some good music on as everyone fastens their seat-belts. The drive home is very peaceful; the moon looks amazing as it shines among the stars. I take a quick glance behind me and notice how tense Emily still is. I hate to see her so stressed out, especially when it is my fault. When she notices that I am looking at her it makes her panic even more.
"Keep your eyes on the road! You're swerving everywhere!" she yells at me in despair and panic. "Can you not see the bright yellow line? Pull over and let me drive. You're clearly not capable right now." I shake my head and continue onward, swerving slightly to the right to correct my lane situation.
I look back at her through the rear-view mirror, "stop acting like this. I'm not going to pull over." I glance forward for a moment to see where I am and then turn my head to see what her response would be. She doesn't have time to reply because Mike, who is sitting in the passenger seat, tugs on my arm aggressively to pull me forward. Just as I sit back normally everyone in the car screams, and this time there is nothing I can do about it as two bright yellow lights are heading straight for us.
I attempt to swerve away from it, "you guys are distracti-"
My eyes flash open as I spring up from the hospital bed and burst into tears, "where are my friends; are they okay?" I ask desperately.
"My dear, that is what we are here to talk to you about;" the tall and slender policeman says as he looks at me with no sign of remorse. His name-tag sounds familiar; Wilden... I've heard that somewhere. I look at him with fury and frustration in return. I can't help but wonder why they won't tell me what is going on already. I've been waiting here for what seems like ages. All I want to do right now is give Emily a big hug and apologize for this mess. Where is she, anyway?
"You are being taking in for questioning tomorrow to discuss charges being laid, there are many factors including your lack off a drivers license and the serious injuries that have been a result of the crash"
My brain doesn't process any of the words this officer has said. I can feel my mouth moving but no sound escapes. Detective Wilden seem to understand what I am trying to ask. "A girl named Emily Fields, she is in a medically induced coma from her injuries," the cop explains to me.
"No, you're lying to me! There's no way I did that to my girlfriend! YOU'RE LYING!" I plead with tears flowing down my cheeks.
"Please, tell me you are kidding, please…" I fall back onto my pillow and begin crying into my arms; pleading for this nightmare to not be real. I am furious with myself, how could I have been so stupid? Why didn't I just listen to her? We could be sitting in my room cuddling but instead I'm here and she's gone. Emily... my sweet Emily, come back to me... I'm so sorry.
They both shake their heads at me, "I am sorry about your loss, but as doctor's order, you are being released today since your injuries are not serious," the shorter policeman spoke to me, his words didn't even seem real. He went on to explain things to do with court, hearings and jail but I can't hear it. My mind has temporarily shut everything out except Emily. How I wish I could see that bright and smiley face.
I nod my head when I notice they have stopped talking and give them a reply, "I understand." I don't know how I will be able to face my friends or family. The guilt. How am I to deal with all this guilt? I feel sick to my stomach; as if on cue, I lean off the side of the bed and release the contents of my stomach in the bin.
The next morning I am escorted out of the hospital in handcuffs, by the same two officers from yesterday and put into a marked police car. The car speeds off down the straight road, leading me to my holding cell. I don't know what is happening now, all I know is that I messed up and deserve any punishment I receive. I didn't sleep at all last night, all I could think about was how I wish I could see Emily's smile one more time, or even feel the warmth of her hug again.
I look up from my hands to see Mrs. Hastings standing in front of the cell waiting as Wilden unlocks the door to let me out.
-A/N- Well.. what do you think? should i continue? this is all i have written so far, but there's lots of room to add on. This will mainly be Emison, and there is no 'A' and nothing to do with the plot of the series really... might use a scene here and there, but otherwise just location and characters are gonna be from it.
Deff let me know what your feels are. what do you think/want to happen?