Disclaimer: I do not nor ever have (and probably never will) owned Criminal Minds, all rights go to owners I am simply borrowing a charterer.
Her skin was as pale as the full moon, her hair as black as a moonless sky in December. Her eyes the same colour as fresh hot coco, emotion would flash through her eyes like lighting there for a second then gone without a trace. She entered her building wanting nothing more than to lock herself in her apartment. She only wanted to drop her façade she forced upon herself every day. Emily sat down on her leather couch in her up town D.C apartment emotional tired from her last case. Letting her walls down only happened when she was alone, it was a defense meconium her mother taught her. As the child of a political Ambassador she was not allowed to have the childhood she wanted but was taught to stonewall and compartmentalize ever emotion she felt. Forced to put on a happy face and a smile and act like it was a perfect little family her mother, father, and herself. In all truth her family wasn't the perfect family they all thought they were. Her parents paid very little attention to her; she couldn't even say these people were her parents. Her nanny's or chiefs paid attention to her, but she knew they had to be nice to her; they were paid to do so. Possibly even out of pity for the young girl, due to this she learned to shut everyone out, she didn't let people close enough to see her scars. She didn't know love, or at least not well. At one point she loved only to have her heart broke. Letting people close wasn't allowed for her, she couldn't risk getting hurt not again at least. As strong as she came off she was really very fragile all her feelings compartmentalize over the years. Before she even knew it she was crying nothing she'd ever admit it happens, it did, it does, more than she'd ever admit. She cried 3 times a week on top of a weekly break down, and right now she was in the middle of one. Sitting on her couch with a bottle of Jack in front of her, she poured to amber liquid into a glass ready to drink all her problems and worries away. She drank the amber liquid quickly enjoying the burn in her throat, tears rolled down her face. She was aware of the pain she was suppose to feel yet she was numb to it all. It aggravated her knowing she was allowing herself to feel pain but her own walls wouldn't let her, she was hiding from herself. She hid from everyone never letting them she her true emotion, because at best she was depressed. Only her façade kept people from seeing this, a façade, much like her walls or armor if you will, had been taught practiced over the many years. Some days she even believed she herself believed she was happy, but the moment she was alone she was reminded of those walls. They never allowed anyone close, she had tried over the years she wanted to let people close someone she could trust but her walls wouldn't allow her to do so. They hide everything from everyone even herself. She could say she's fine or just tired anything to get through the day because no matter what she was numb, depressed, suicidal even. Only she wouldn't let anyone know this, this could damage everything she worked for, her life, her job, her relationships, and her façade, all of it gone. This why her mother engraved the walls in her brain, didn't let her forget if she showed weakness no one would want her. Emily Prentiss wouldn't even want herself.