*WARNING: LOOOONG chapter ahead, WAAAAY longer than Mike's. There's a Emily x Matt moment in this chapter as well as a long Mike x Emily flashback/smutish scene. Yeah, mind the smutish scene. It's my first time writing something like that. If you're not fond of that or those pairings, read with caution.*
When the police were done interviewing Emily Yunohara, they let her out of the station. She looked depressed when thinking about Matt. She had a feeling he was dead...and she loved him so much. Mike? He's hot, yeah, but he almost shot her for Christ's sake. And over a bite that wasn't even infectious! But now he's dead...
"Em!" cried out one of her's voice. She looked up and saw her brothers waiting for her outside of the police station. The 19-year-old smiled a little. She felt a little happy to see that her brothers actually cared about her. She guessed her parents were too busy to even care about her. Her younger brother, Daniel, ran to her and hugged her leg.
"Nee-san!" he cried out to her. She kept her small smile and patted her little brother's head. He was an annoying little brother to her, but deep down, she cares about him and was willing to help him and even stand up for him.
"Hey..." she replied to him weakly. Everyone walked to her. She looked at her two older brothers. "Why are you two here?" She never got along with her older brothers since they were oafish and reckless compared to her.
"You're our little sister, Em," Nathan answered. "We still care for you."
"Yeah, even if we're jerks," added Aaron. "We're all part of the family after all." She only smiled a little once again at them. Even though they were polar opposites, they had their moments when they don't pick on each other and all that.
"Come on Em," Nate said. "Let's go home." She nodded as everyone went into an expensive-looking sports car and drove away from the police station.
"Let me guess, mom and dad are at work, so they pretty much don't give a f-" She paused when she remembered Daniel being there. "Crap about me."
"Well, the police said they'll call them, so we have no idea," Aaron answered.
Emily suddenly felt a sting on her shoulder. She forgot about the Wendigo bite...and what happened because of it. She gripped on her shoulder. "Hey, do we still have that first-aid kit at home?" she asked.
"We should," Nathan replied while he was driving. "You do look a little hurt, Emily."
She sighed. "I also got my shoulder bitten," she added. The three brothers looked at her with puzzled faces. She knew why.
"Bitten? What's that supposed to mean?" Aaron asked. "Someone BIT you?"
She shook her head. "Okay, you guys have to believe me when I say this: Some THING bit me-th-the Wendigo!"
"Wendigo?" asked Daniel. "What's that?"
"It's...a monster. It's definitely not human and it definitely doesn't give mercy on you when you run away from it."
"Wendigo? That's what it's called?" Nathan asked. She nodded.
"Wait...I think I learned about them back in middle school," Aaron stated. "But I shouldn't say it in front of little Danny here."
The young boy pouted and crossed his arms. "I can handle big boy stuff, nii-san!" he retorted.
He chuckled nervously. "Very well."
"Yeah, they're...ugh, they're CANNIBALS in monster form!" Emily stated in disgust. "One of them...it was the one that bit me."
"What's a cannibal?" asked Danny, keeping his confused face.
"Cannibal monsters?" Nathan repeated.
"Yeah, I think Em's right," Aaron stated. "Those things have something to do with cannibalism."
"Jesus..." muttered Nate.
"I want to know what a cannibal is!" Danny demanded.
"Please, Danny, you don't want to know," Emily said to him. He pouted at her. This was the annoying part of him Emily dislikes.
"Wait...is the bite..." Nate asked as he trailed off with his sentence.
Emily knew what he meant and shook her head. "No. I won't become one of them, thank god," she answered.
"Yay! Emily's not turning into a monster!" Danny cheered. She chuckled a little, though the thought sickened her...
...
Later, everyone was at home. Since Emily's parents were actually rich (not as rich as the Washingtons though), it was a fancy-looking home. Everyone exited the car and went inside the home. Emily took a deep breath and exhaled, "Home, sweet freaking home..."
"Well, you should treat your shoulder with the first-aid kit in the bathroom," Aaron said.
"And when I get my shoulder treated, I need to take a hot shower," she added as she went upstairs to the bathroom. She gripped on her bitten shoulder as she entered the bathroom. She closed the door and removed her jacket. She then removed her turtleneck grey long-sleeved turtleneck, revealing her black bra and the long bite. It looked worse than she thought. "God..." she muttered in disgust as she looked at it closer with the bathroom mirror. She tried her best not to throw up.
She then opened the bathroom cabinet to find the first-aid kit. She found it, got it out of the cabinet, and opened it, revealing the supplies. She first took and ice pack and shook it until it felt cold. She then placed it on her shoulder, wincing a bit. She bit her lip as pain coursed through her entire shoulder.
After what felt like a while, the pain numbed, making her put the ice pack down and getting a roll of bandages. She bit on the front of the bandage as she rolled it up on her shoulder. It felt tight enough, so she took the front of the bandage off of her teeth and pressed it on the now wrapped bandage. She took the scissors and cut what was left of the bandage off, pressing the end onto the bandage. She put the supplies she took out back into the kit, closed it, and put it back in the cabinet.
The Asian female looked at herself in the mirror again, making sure the bandage was tight. She looked at the bruise she had on her forehead. She touched it, only to wince in pain. It didn't hurt if nothing touching it, she assumed. She sighed and looked down at the porcelain sink. She suddenly started to remember something. It took place a few nights ago. It was a party hosted by no other than Nate himself in an abandoned frat house. He'd let anybody into the party. There was music, dancing, chatting, drinks...
She was in the bathroom at the time. She was adjusting her hair a little. She thought her hair looked off, so that was why she wanted to adjust it. She wore a black and white strapless party dress that hugged her chest and waist. She wore black high heels that showed her toes. She had red lipstick on her lips.
Suddenly, someone opened the door, making her shoot back a little. It was Matt, her current boyfriend. He wore a white wife beater shirt, blue jeans, and tennis sneakers. She smirked at him and playfully punched his chest, making him chuckle. "Matt, you jerk," she playfully said. "I was going to punch you in the face." She only dated Matt for two reasons: One, she's rebounding pretty hard after Mike broke up with her. And two, she's trying to make Mike jealous so they could get back together. However, she began to warm up to him. They had some intimate moments from time to time and it was amazing how devoted he is to her.
"Aw c'mon, Em, I'm not a bad guy!" he said happily as he kept smiling. Em knew he was drunk. She could smell the alcohol in his breath and he acted different than usual. Though, he wasn't really the guy that loves to drink. Someone must've to pressured him to drink somehow. "'Ey! Have you tried out the vodka Nathin brought? Goddamn, I want to drink that erryday!" His slurred speech made her laugh. She doesn't really drink unless it's a drink she's interested in drinking.
He suddenly scooped her up by her butt, startling her in a good way. "Hey!" she shouted, smiling. She playfully punched his chest again. "Put me down!"
"Nuh-uh!" Matt playfully retorted to her as he carried her out of the bathroom. "You look damn purty, Em. Y'know that?" She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him softly. He kissed her back. The kissing then became more passionate. The athletic male pinned her against the wall, still carrying her by her rear end. He used his tongue to explore her mouth, making her moan. He gripped harder on her butt, suddenly making her stiff. She broke away from him and he looked confused at her. Then it changed to realization.
"Oh, sorry 'bout that," he apologized. "Ya got a nice ass though." She smiled at him again and kissed him softly again. He let her down and kissed her back once again. As she broke the kiss again, she asked, "Do you feel like dancing?"
He smiled once again. "Hell yeah! Let's go!" They then walked together back to the living room, where the party actually was.
Emily smiled at that memory. It was too bad it was the only good thing that happened that night. There was later when the party ended. Nate couldn't find Mike and Emily decided to go look for him.
"What about Matt, Em?" Nate asked, being mostly sober. "He's still in the mood to party."
In the background, Matt yelled, "WHOOOO!", waving a bottle of beer around. "PAAAAAARTAAAAAY! Wait, where's erryone goin'? C'mon! The party just started!"
She laughed stoically at Matt's attitude. "You know where his dorm is," she said to him. "I'll find Mike and get him out of here before you know it."
Nathan nodded. "Whatever you say, sis." He then walked to Matt and grabbed his arm. "Come on, Matt. Let's go."
"Wait, where're we goin'?!" Matt asked grudgingly. "I don't wanna leave this party!" The two exited the frat house, leaving Em alone in the now trashed living room. She began to look for Mike.
"Mike?" Em called out. "Micheal, are you here?" She looked upstairs, in all the rooms there was, the basement, yet she couldn't find him. The only option was to check outside. She went out the back door and saw Mike chugging down a beer bottle next to a trash can. She looked at him with a puzzled look and said, "Uh, Mike?"
He looked at her with a drunken smile on his face. "Em! 'Eeeeeeey! 'Sup?" he replied in a lower voice. She's seen Mike drunk before when they were dating. He was like Matt was revealed to be when drunk, the fun and flirty drunk. "Wanna a beer?" He offered the empty bottle to her. She backed away from him.
"No thanks," Emily replied. She sighed. "Michael, the party's over. You can stop drinking now."
He stood up and lost his balance, making him lean against a wall. "Whaaaaaat? It's over now? But I want it to be longer!" He dropped the beer bottle, making it shatter all over the place. Emily screamed a little and shot back. He looked at her. "Whoopsy-daisy." She giggled a little, grabbed his hand, and brought himself inside the house.
"Come on, we're getting out of here," she told him before he got out of her grasp and walked to a bottle of vodka. She groaned and walked to him. He poured a shot and drank it. He shook his head.
"Whoo! That was nice!" he commented as he poured down another shot and offered it to Emily. "You gotta try this, Em!"
The Asian teenager shook her head at him. "No thanks. Now we need to get out of here."
"Aw, c'mon, please?"
"No, Mike!"
He frowned a little. "We'll go if you drink this. It's good, trust me!" He looked at her with pleading eyes. Emily suddenly felt her heart flutter. Why? Was it his eyes?
She scowled at him and snatched the shot glass from him. "Fine! Then we'll go." She then drank the shot. She felt a sudden change in herself from it. She shook her head. "Whoa...can you pour me another?"
"See? Told ya it was good!" Mike said as he poured another shot of vodka in her glass. She drank it again and shook her head.
"Holy shit..." she muttered. She saw Mike and the things in the room moving, even though she was just swaying back and forth. "Stop moving..." She fell towards him, making his catch her.
"Oh Em, I'm not moving," Mike said with a smile on his face. He held her chin up for her to look at him and stroked her cheek. "You look beautiful tonight..." He then leaned in and kissed her. She felt so intoxicated to pull away from it. Her mind told her to break away, but she...she didn't feel like it. Her heart began to flutter even more.
"Mmmmike," she muttered through the kiss. He broke the kiss and looked at her. "What about...Jess?"
He smiled at her. "What about her?"
"Aren't you two...dating?"
He shrugged. "Yeah, but who cares? She's not here anyway. Neither is Matt." He then kissed her again. Her mind told her to break away from the kiss once again, but now she doesn't feel the need. He broke the kiss once again and added, "Plus, you're more sexy than her anyway."
She smiled wearily. "You are more hot than Matt right now..." They kissed once again.
The more they kissed, the more passionate it became. Mike grabbed her butt and she allowed it. They both backed into a wall, making Mike pin Emily. His lips moved to her neck, her head falling back and a sigh escaping her mouth. Her hands explored his body. She started to unbutton his collared shirt. As she was doing that, Mike French-kissed her on the lips and made one of his hands find one of her breasts. He squeezed it gently, making her moan.
As Em finished unbuttoning her shirt, they both stopped kissing and blushed at each other. Mike then got her off of the wall and onto a coach. "Mike..." she muttered before he kissed her again.
"No worries, I know how to do this," he said with a smile. He took off her high heels and dropped them on the floor. He then took off his unbuttoned shirt and threw it across a room. She blushed at his semi-muscular body. He went on top of her again and pulled down the front of her dress, revealing her breasts. She blushed even more and tried to cover them. He pried the arms away and whispered to her ear, "And it's okay. You can show me everything." He then bit her ear, making her moan. He grabbed her breasts and massaged them, making her moan louder. The sober part of her mind blacked out and their sexual night went on.
...
It was morning. Mike had cuddled Emily, both of them naked. All their clothes and underwear were on the floor. A window shined the sunlight on Emily's face, making her stir awake. Her vision was blurry before she blinked a few times. She saw her dress, underwear, and high heels on the floor. She looked shocked. No... she thought. She felt Mike's arm around her waist. She slowly turned to see Mike sleeping. She screamed and got out of his grasp. She covered her breasts with one arm and her clitoris with the other.
Mike was awoken by her screaming and saw her standing, covering her womanly parts. He exclaimed, "Whoa, shit!" He got off of the couch and grabbed his boxers. She quickly grabbed her underwear and put it on. Since she didn't wear a bra under her dress, she put her dress back on. He pulled his pants back up and put his shirt back on. He looked at her as she got her high heels back on. "What happened last night?" he asked her.
Emily held back a sob. Now she thinks she's no better than Jessica. She just had sex with Mike while being in a relationship with Matt. "We...had sex..." she replied in a sad tone.
Mike's eyes widened and he facepalmed. "Oh my god..." he muttered. "Fuck! I should've never drank!"
"Me neither..." she added. "I have to go." She then quickly left the frat house, leaving Mike who yelled, "Wait! Emily!" She felt disgusted and ashamed of herself. She should've never drank two shots of vodka from Mike or any drunk in general! Now she's no better than the whore of his girlfriend, Jessica. Not only that, she felt like the sex was unprotected...
The man got out of the frat house and grabbed her hand. "Em, stop." Her heart began to flutter again. WHY?! She turned to him, her eyes welling up.
"What?" she asked, sounding like she was going to cry. "I was supposed to get you back to your dorm, but you had to be fucking drunk!"
He squeezed her shoulders tightly. "Em, I'm sorry. You know how I am when I'm drunk. It's not your fault. It's my fault to drink so much in the first fucking place!"
She shook her head. "No, it was my fault for drinking the shots of vodka you offered me." He pulled her in for a hug, making both their hearts beat fast. Emily accepted the hug.
"It's okay...it's okay..." he whispered to her. She knew it wasn't okay though. She was a cheating bitch. Yet...her feelings for Mike harbored again. Why? Because of the sex? It can't be. Could it though?
Thankfully, she took a pregnancy test and it was negative, making her feel a little better bout the incident. Her next memory took place ten hours before she survived the whole night. It was when she told Matt that she was going to talk to Sam, but instead meets Mike to talk to him about the night.
Emily was thinking of Mike all the time after the incident at the frat house and wanted to be back with him again. She wanted to know if he felt the same way. Sure, it was unintentional sex they had, but Mike cared for her in the end. She had a side of her regretting this though. She wondered if her feelings were just feelings of friends. But she knew it was romantic feelings. She saw Mike walking off. "Mike!" she called out. He turned back to her. From the look on her face, he turned his face from happy to serious.
"Em? What do you need?" he asked. She stopped a few centimeters from him.
She bit her lip, trying to think of words to say. "Listen...about what happened after the party..." she said, rubbing her neck.
"Oh?" he asked. "Uh...why do you want to talk about that?"
She sighed. "Mike, after what you did to me after what happened, it made me...well..." She paused to take a deep breath. "It made me think of the times we were together, you know."
He nodded. "Yeah, like that time we watched a horror movie." He chuckled a little. "Man, you screamed like a little girl."
The Asian pouted at him and punched his shoulder. "Screw you," she said. "Who wouldn't act like that when someone gets shot in the eye?" She paused. "Anyway, I've been thinking about you since then...a lot. I was just wondering if you felt the same way. I...I still love you, Michael."
He looked away from her and muttered, "Oh no..." That made her worry. Was she the only one that had the feeling? He sighed and turned back to her. "I've actually been thinking about you a lot too, but I don't want to ruin it with Jess."
She grabbed his arms. "Forget about Jess. She's a bitch anyway." She sighed and let go of him. "I feel terrible now...about the night..."
"Hey, hey." He put his hands on her cheeks. "Like I said, it's not your fault, okay?" She grabbed his arms once again. "Maybe we can work this out somehow?" She removed her hands from his arms and he stopped touching her cheeks. "I still love Jess, Em. I don't want to break up with her."
She turned away from him. "Oh my god..." she mumbled before she turned back to him. "Come on, Jess changed you. It's like you're her servant now or something. Please, Mike?"
The dark-haired teen sighed. "I'll think about it, okay?" he replied as he pulled her in for a hug. The same feeling she had when he hugged her a few days ago came back. She hugged him back. They didn't do anything for a little bit, then they pulled away from each other. Emily hoped she didn't regret this, since she had to break the news to Matt when Mike says yes.
Now that Matt crossed her mind, she gasped. "Uh, I need to go," she said as she backed away from Mike. "Matt might get concerned about me."
He rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, you do that. I'm going to find Jess." They both parted ways. Emily still felt like she was going to regret it. She still thought for a second that it might be different feelings, but she was still telling herself it was romantic. Nothing else.
But, Ashley HAD to find the bite from the Wendigo AND he HAD to assume the bite works like a zombie bite. He HAD to argue with her about it with Ashley by his side. He almost shot her for God's sake-pointed the gun right to her face! She felt angry at him for it. If he should've done his FUCKING research... she thought. But then she felt bad for him dying. Still, she didn't want to be with him after that happened.
Suddenly, someone pounded on the door, making her shoot back. "Em!" shouted Aaron. "You've been in there for an hour. You need help?"
"Uh, no!" she shouted. An hour? she thought. She didn't know if he was exaggerating or telling the truth since it did feel like a long time since she started remembering the things that happened. "I'm fine. I'm going to take a shower."
"Jeez, I had to piss in the backyard because you're in there," he joked. "Now I'll get in trouble."
She looked annoyed at him. "Ha-ha. Now go away." She heard footsteps going away. She sighed. She stripped down her clothes until she was naked since she wanted to take a hot shower. She went to the shower and turned on the water. She tested if the water was hot. When it was, she stepped into the shower and let the hot water rain upon her cold skin. It felt great to her. It felt great to feel warmth since it was a cold as hell night.
As Emily was washing herself, she thought of Matt. She wished she wasn't so bitchy and bossy to him. Sure, they have their moments like when they made out at the party and when they were getting her bag full of her lace panties, but otherwise, she just bosses him around and treated him like a slave. She was surprised he dealt with her though. Any other man, except Mike, would've broken up with her the first week they were dating. She was amazed at how devoted he is to her. Of course, he sided with her during her argument against Jess because she would be pissed at him if he didn't. But it turned out that Matt was right for her.
She met his mother once. She was a nice woman, but was pretty overprotective of Matt. She knew about Emily's bitchiness and bossiness to Matt since he talked about her bossing him around. She warned her to treat Matt right or she'll regret it in the future. Matt did tell her he lost his father in a shooting at his workplace and his mother was broken about it. She felt sorry for them both. Now that she assumes that Matt is dead, what will his mother think of her? Will she assume Emily caused his death? He tried to save her from the fire tower, maybe she did? She started to sniffle.
"I'm so sorry..." Em muttered. She looked up to the ceiling. "Matt, I'm so sorry for being a bossy bitch to you. I wished I treated you better...like...like a good girlfriend." Her eyes were watering. "I'm sorry for manipulating you. The more we hung out, the more I actually had feelings for you. I only dated you to make Mike jealous and want to get back to me, but..." She sniffled again. "...now I realized I wanted to be with you. I can't believe how long you stayed with me, how long you dealt with my shit. You really did love me, didn't you?" A few tears came out of her eyes, only for the hot water to wash them away from her face. "I was going to break up with you to be with Mike since we...we had sex at the party a few nights ago. But he pointed a fucking gun at me, so I never wanted to be with him again. Please forgive me. Wherever you are in heaven..." Her voice cracked when she said that. "I hope you can be happy with your dad there. More happier than you are with me..." She started to cry and sat on the shower floor, wiping her tears even though the shower water was washing them away. "Forgive me..."
She cried and turned the shower off, even though she hadn't washed herself completely. She stepped out of the shower and tried her best to look collected. She grabbed a towel, wrapped it around her body, grabbed her clothes, and exited the bathroom. She walked to her room and closed the door. She grabbed her dead phone from her jacket, dropped her clothes in her laundry bin and walked to her window, looking out in it. It was morning out, so the sun was out and everyone in her neighborhood were acting normal. She smiled a little and closed the curtains. She set the phone on a cabinet near her bed.
Emily changed into a new pair of lace underwear, a plain white blouse, and comfy skinny jeans to hide her underwear. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was messy and she had a bruise on her head. She would normally do something about it since she likes looking "perfect", but now, she doesn't feel the need to. Suddenly, a flash of Beth's head appeared in the mirror, making her scream and jump back. She didn't see it in the mirror anymore, but she felt like she was going to throw up. She still can't believe she found Beth's head...and the story behind Hannah and Beth's disappearance...
"Onee-san?" shouted Daniel. She quickly glanced at her little brother. "What were you screaming about?"
"Oh, uh..." she began, rubbing her hair. "Nothing. Just that my phone lost power."
"Oh, okay." He left, making her sigh in relief. Daniel's just an 8-year-old, he doesn't need to know the shit she's seen.
Speaking of her phone, she always had a charger that was always plugged in next to her bed. She found it and hooked it onto her phone, giving it power once again. Feeling better about her phone, she felt sad and tired still after the night. She laid down on her bed and closed her eyes to go to sleep.
Suddenly, the Wendigo appeared in her dream. She felt terrified again. It screamed at her and lunged for her, making her wake up and shoot up from her bed. She placed her hand on her forehead. That's right...she got chased by the Wendigo in the mines. It may have bit her, but she escaped in one piece anyway. Still, she can't get that thing out of her head, its look, its scream.
Suddenly, her phone burst a pop song ringtone, startling her a little. She looked at what number was calling...it was Matt's home number. Shit... she thought, knowing his mother would be calling. She wanted it to be over with, so she grabbed her phone and pressed "answer". "Hello?" she greeted.
"Is that you, Emily?" Mrs. Hennerson's voice asked. She knew it. The tone of her voice was sad and depressed.
She nodded. "Yes."
"Emily..." She heard the woman sniffle. "Had the police told you about my Matty?" Just hearing her all depressed and say Matt's name made Emily feel worse.
"I..." she began before trailing off.
"What did you do to him?" Matt's mother asked in a demanding tone suddenly. Emily's eyes widened.
"What?"
"Did you leave him to die? To have his jaw impaled by a hook?!" Em felt breathless when she said that. Hearing how he died made her wish everything that happened would just disappear.
"N-no! His jaw was impaled?!" she asked in shock and pain. She held back a sob.
"You don't need to lie to me. I know you're bossy to my Matt and you want your way. You probably put yourself over him to survive, am I right?" Emily couldn't deny that she was bossy to Matt and she wanted her way, but it seemed like Mrs. Hennerson got the idea all wrong.
She sighed and explained in an angered tone, "Mrs. Hennerson, we both went to a fire tower and I called for help! Then it fell down and Matt tried to save me, but I fell down! I didn't abandon him! I just fell! I didn't know he was died trying to save me, okay?!" There was silence for a couple of minutes.
"Maybe I believe you..." Em heard Mrs. Hennerson sob. "That is my Matt alright, saving people he cares about...you do care about him, right?"
"Yes," she replied, her voice cracking. "Listen, Mrs. Hennerson...I'm so sorry I treated your son like crap. I'm sorry he died trying to save me." A tear rolled on her cheek. "I wish I treated him better..." She was practically speaking her mind to her boyfriend's mother, but she had to know the truth.
"Oh...I see..." Another sob was heard. "Okay. I'm sorry I blamed you for his death." Emily didn't answer, but she knew it wasn't her fault. She was bitchy. Mrs. Hennerson hung up on her. She put her phone down and put a pillow on her face to hide her crying face. The bruise she had began to hurt, but she didn't care. She couldn't believe everything that happened that night. She just couldn't. She was the only survivor in all of it. She then cried herself to sleep. She dreamt of a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.
...
Emily felt a hand nudging her on her bandaged shoulder. She forced herself to wake up from the nightmare she had and got the pillow off of her head. She then saw her mother and father in their work uniforms. She was surprised to see them out of work. They normally don't get back until ten or eleven at night. They worked in the fashion industry, her mother being an editor for Emily's favorite magazine and her father being a personal assistant of a CEO of a different magazine company. Her mother's eyes were welled up. She hugged her daughter.
"Oh, Emily..." she cried. Em hugged her back, feeling a little awkward and surprised. "I'm so glad you're okay." Her mother never hugged her or even cried for her. She looked at her father, who looked both relieved and sad. The teenage female had never seen them like this. Her mother broke the hug.
"You look bad, Emily," her father stated. "The police called us. It must have been rough up on that mountain."
Emily scoffed. "Oh yeah. It was definitely rough."
"My poor little blossom..." she heard her mother mutter. She's never heard her call her that. Her "little blossom". This was very surprising to her.
"Are you hurt anywhere else?" Mr. Yunohara asked. "Because I can see the bruise on your face."
Emily sighed. "I got bit on the shoulder."
Her mother gasped. "By what? An animal?"
She shook her head. "Well, it's not like you guys are going to believe me."
"Was it one of your friends?" her father asked.
"No!" she replied in disgust. She sighed. "Listen, you're still gonna believe me when I tell you guys what bit me." Both parents were silent. Emily took a deep breath and continued, "I got bitten by a...by a Wendigo."
Now both parents were confused. "Wendigo?" asked her mother. "What is that?"
"It's some monster, some THING. It eats people," she explained. "I got chased by it and it f-bit me!"
Mr. Yunohara shook his head. "No, it had to be an animal-" he said.
"No, it's not," she interrupted coldly. "I knew you wouldn't believe me."
He sighed and looked away from her. "There's no such things as monsters, Emily. You know that."
She stared daggers at him. "You haven't been up there last night. You haven't seen what I've seen."
Mr. Yunohara looked mad at him. "You had to be hallucinating-"
"No, I wasn't!"
"Don't you dare talk to me with that tone, young la-" As he stepped toward her in anger, Mrs. Yunohara stopped him and yelled at him in Japanese. She then looked at her daughter.
"Y-you were bitten by a monster?" she asked, her daughter responding with a nod. "What did it look like?"
"It...it was tall...and bony...it had sharp teeth and...and it had very pale skin..." Her father shook his head, making her feel more displeased.
"I'm so sorry about that, sweetie," her mother replied, patting her hair. Mr. Yunohara talked to her in Japanese in a disapproving tone. They both began to argue.
Feeling tired about this, Emily yelled at them to leave in Japanese. Both of them silenced. "Just go..." she ordered in English. "I want to be alone now." After shooting another angry look at her husband, Mrs. Yunohara dragged him out of the room and closed the door, leaving her daughter alone.
Em always had grudge against her father, even though he's the reason why she survived the night. He did teach her how to survive since he hunts with Josh's father. But he always pressured her, always disagreed with her. Her mother, she didn't like because she was a bit bossy, but seeing a new side of her made her like her a bit. She had her knees to her chest and buried her head in them, staying silent and depressed about the whole thing.
Days went by. During those days, parents of her other friends visited Emily home. She felt terrible when confronting Jess's parents, since she and Jess hated each other. Of course, her mother would think she let her be killed, but she told her that she went off with Mike, so she had no clue. She also felt terrible seeing Ashley's parents since she had a grudge against the girl. She told them she had no idea how she died. And seeing Mike's parents and telling them that he died in the fire made her feel dead. Telling the other parents that she had no clue how they died made her feel more terrible than she was.
She was assigned to a psychiatrist after dreaming about the Wendigo too many times and had suicidal thoughts. She started taking medicine assigned to her and suffered some of the side effects of it. She switched between medicines until one had mild side effects. She still went to college and got some decent grades. Students actually liked her more than they did before, but some close to her worry about her.
Emily mourned over Matt the most and visited his mother often. They both got along with each other and she even liked Matt's dog, Cooper. She felt a little more happy when she visits Matt's mother and dog. She also gets support from her brothers and parents. Even though Emily and her dad were on some bad terms, he still supported his daughter because he cared about her. Emily still mourned over Matt and everyone else who died the night the Wendigos attacked though. She'll never forget anything she had experienced that day.
Alternatives:
1. If Emily saw Matt fall off the cliff, this will happen:
Suddenly, her phone burst a pop song ringtone, startling her a little. She looked at what number was calling...it was Matt's home number. Shit... she thought, knowing his mother would be calling. She wanted it to be over with, so she grabbed her phone and pressed "answer". "Hello?" she greeted.
"Is that you, Emily?" Mrs. Hennerson's voice asked. She knew it. The tone of her voice was sad and depressed.
She nodded. "Yes."
"Emily..." She heard the woman sniffle. "Had the police told you about my Matty?" Just hearing her all depressed and say Matt's name made Emily feel worse, especially when she saw him fall off the cliff.
"He's dead..." she muttered, holding a sob. "He...fell off the cliff."
"What?"
Emily sniffled and continued, "We were just getting to the fire tower on the mountain and...we were cornered by some deer or something. One was acting crazy, so he killed it with an axe he found. The deer cornered him and...he fell. His..." She paused to let out a sob and a few tears. "His head smashed against a rock..."
"Oh my lord..." replied Mrs. Hennerson, who let out a sob. "My little Matty...dead because of nature..." She cried on the phone, making Emily cry. "The police said they found his head smashed. I still can't believe he's gone..." She paused. "At least, thanks for being there with him."
The Asian female nodded, wiping a tear away only to have another replace it. "You're welcome, Mrs. Hennerson." She then hung up on her. Emily put her phone down on a drawer near her bed, put a pillow on her face, and began to cry.
2. If Matt died because the Wendigo smashed his face in, Mrs. Hennerson will tell that to Emily.
3. If Emily wasn't bitten, she will not treat her shoulder. She'll be confused if she either truly loved Matt or Mike. She won't think badly of Mike and when she's in the shower, this will happen:
"I'm so sorry..." Em muttered. She looked up to the ceiling. "Matt, I'm so sorry for being a bossy bitch to you. I wished I treated you better...like...like a good girlfriend." Her eyes were watering. "I'm sorry for manipulating you. The more we hung out, the more I actually had feelings for you. I only dated you to make Mike jealous and want to get back to me..." She sniffled again. "...I-I'm so sorry about that. I can't believe how long you stayed with me, how long you dealt with my shit. You really did love me, didn't you?" A few tears came out of her eyes, only for the hot water to wash them away from her face. "I was going to break up with you to be with Mike since we...we had sex at the party a few nights ago. I...I still feel like I still love him, but I also love you too. Shit...I don't know...please forgive me. Wherever you are in heaven..." Her voice cracked when she said that. "I hope you can be happy with your dad there. More happier than you are with me..." She started to cry and sat on the shower floor, wiping her tears even though the shower water was washing them away. "Forgive me..."
And Mike's mother and father will call her:
Her phone began to vibrate again. She saw that...it was Michael's home number. As if she didn't feel bad enough. She took a deep breath and answered it. She greeted in a cracked voice, "Hello?"
"Emily?" asked his mother's voice. It's been a year since she's met Mike's mom. She normally acted like a typical mother and she was very nice. A little like Ms. Hennerson, but a little more strict and had no idea how Emily actually acted. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
"Yeah..." she answered weakly.
"Emily, I am guessing you are petrified from...whatever happened at that mountain and I know this is a bad time to ask but..." She heard sniffling and silence for what felt like ten minutes. A different, unfamiliar voice then said, "Are you there?"
Em felt confused. "Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm Mike's dad." Her eyes widened. She only remembered him talking about his dad once. He did say he was in the U.S. Army and he missed him. Now he was back...only to have his son dead. She felt her heat break. "You were dating my son, right?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Alright. I know you're going through a hard time, but since the goddamn police assumed he died in the fire-"
"He did." Silence came in again.
"Really?"
"It's true. I ran out of the lodge while it was full with...monsters and-"
"Monsters?"
She sighed. "I-it's a long story, but I never saw him come out of the lodge when it burst into flames." She continued crying and wiping her tears. "I'm so sorry." As long silence came in again, she heard Mr. Munroe hang up on her. She put her phone down again and continued crying on the pillow.
4. If Emily didn't find Beth's head, she won't imagine it.
5. If Matt fought with Mike, she'll love Matt a little more than Mike.
Goodness gracious, that was longer than expected. But...I have to ask, how was this chapter? If there's anything wrong with it, let me know and I'll fix it. And if there's anything missing, let me know and I'll add it in.
I never expected this chapter to be SO long. Maybe it's the flashbacks. Sorry. *sweat-drops* Also, I labeled this Sole Survivor-Emily #1 because this is if she and Matt had a good relationship with each other. #2's obviously when they don't. Can't wait to see how THAT goes...
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