Chapter Two:

Emma Prentiss was only 19 years old but she had already been through more shit than most 40 year olds. She was born into a wealthy family with a much older sister. When she turned 18 her parents handed her some money and decided that they were basically done with her. She wasted the money on drugs and alcohol. She only saw or heard from her sister once in a blue moon and it was never anything to jump for joy about. All they ever did was frustrate and anger each other. Emily was the golden child and she was the bad seed.

As soon as she hit the double digits Emma began experimenting with drugs, heroin becoming her one of choice. No one ever understood why such a beautiful and gifted young lady would dabble with such dangerous things and she would never give them an answer. Through out her early teens she was in and out of hospitals and getting in trouble with the law but she always managed to slip free from the legal system's clutches due to her mother and father's statuses. The first time she had tried to take her own life was when she was 14.

Emma had a head ache so she took two aspirin and 15 minutes later she had gone back into the bathroom and taken the rest of the bottle. All she wanted was to numb the pain and fall asleep. The second time she was 16 and tried to take her life by jumping off the roof of an apartment complex but by some twisted hand of fate she ended up landing on the top of a delivery truck and breaking her left leg and right wrist. The third time when she was 17 she purposely overdosed but her dealer freaked out and called 911. The fourth time she slit her wrists in the bathroom of a motel she was staying in but the housekeeping woman found her. Now she was lying in a hospital bed too drugged up to even know what day it was or what her own name was.

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Emily Prentiss sat outside of her sister's hospital room waiting for the doctor to come out and give her the okay to go in. Hotch sat right next to her holding her hand. He didn't have to be there but when she told him what was going on back at her apartment he insisted on going with her. She was lucky she had him but was too afraid of telling him. Their relationship was still pretty new and mainly physical. She leaned on him when things got too overwhelming and vice versa. They were a support system for each other but no one else knew.

"Your sister is going to be alright." Hotch told her breaking the uneasy silence that had fallen over them.

Subconsciously flinching away Emily shook her head. "No it's not. It's never going to be okay with Emma."

Before Hotch could say anything else the doctor came out of the room. Prentiss and Hotch shot up and waited for him to say something, anything.

"You're Emily Prentiss, Emma's sister?" The doctor asked.

"Yes."

"Emma is going to be fine." Prentiss let out a relieved sigh. "She cut her wrists up pretty bad though, any deeper and she wouldn't be here. She's lucky she was found when she was. I have her on a few drugs to stop the pain and help her sleep. Because of the situation she will have to be released into your care when we let her out and some sort arrangements for psychiatric hospitalization can be worked out from there. You can go in and see her now."

Prentiss uncertainly made her way into the small room and had to look away when she saw her baby sister lying in a hospital bed unconscious. It wasn't the first time she had seen her like this but there was something so strange about this time. She hadn't seen Emma in six months and now she had to see her like this. Her wrists were tightly bandaged and an IV was stuck in her arm. Her skin color was a ghostly white and she looked so broken and helpless. Prentiss was so used to the smart mouthed little wise ass that had a fuck you attitude towards the world and the people in it. The only time she really remembered her being sweet and carefree was before she turned 11-years-old. Prentiss walked over to the edge of the bed and brushed Emma's long bangs out of her eyes as Hotch watched on.

"Looks like it's just going to be me and you kid."

Emma shifted in her sleep and leaned into Emily's touch. "Did I finally do it? Am I gone?" Emma asked in her slurred and drugged up state.

Hotch's cell phone began vibrating and he slipped out of the room and answered it. "Hotch."

"Hotch it's JJ. You better come in, it's bad."

A/N: The real meat of the story is soon to come