Authors Note: Another not very avatarish chapter. At least it's about Emily.
Emily was swimming in the ocean, riding on the backs of whales. It didn't even cross her mind that she was down there for so long without air. She felt at peace in the water. She was there with her sister, they were both racing. Emily giggled, "Race you to the big coral!"
Her older sister looked at her and smiled, "You're on!"
The whales on which they were on sped up. No sound was heard except for their laughter as they sped through the blue salty water. "You can't catch me now!" giggled Emily.
She heard no response. Worried, she stopped the whale and looked around. Her sister was no where to be found. "Missy?" there was no response, "Melissa?" still no response. She was all alone. All of the fish in the ocean disappeared. The little girl wrapped her hands around her throat, she couldn't breath. She needed air! As fast as she can, she swam to the surface. When she got to the surface, she couldn't get through. She put her hands up, she was under ice. Quickly she lost air, her eyes rolled back, and her body slowly floated down to the ocean floor.
Her eyes quickly opened. Looking around, she saw she was still on the bus. But her sister wasn't around. She put her hand on her chest, her heart felt like it was about to pound through her chest. The pounding was echoing in her ears. Where was her sister?
The frightened little girl ran to the driver, "Did my sister get off?"
"No one has gotten off." The bus driver pulled over for some passengers to get on. The doors opened and five people got on. "Do you need to go home?"
Emily looked out the door as it closed, "No, I can't."
"What do you mean?"
"I have no home." she lied, "My sister was my only family."
"What do you want to do?"
"I don't know." she replied glumly.
"Well, go sit down until you think of what you want to do."
Emily sighed as she walked to the back of the bus once again. What was she going to do? She couldn't go home. Melissa was no where to be found. She was so confused. There she was, a little five year old running away from home. She shrugged it off and starred out the window and watched the scenery go by. The city was growing more active, how long was she asleep?
"66th and Madison." said the Driver as the bus turned.
The bus was only one block away from when she got on. The five year old looked ahead, there was a familiar face at the bus stop. "Oh shit." was the only words to escape her mouth. She was learning too much from Melissa.
The bus stopped, and the man got on the bus. He whispered to the bus driver. She got on the intercom and said, "Will Emily please come to the front of the bus. Your father is here to take you home."
Emily stayed sitting, refusing to move. The driver repeated the statement, "Emily, come here."
She shook her head. "He is not my father."
He took out a birth certificate from his pocket, and showed the bus driver, "Yes, I am." he said as the piece of paper was swung in front of her face.
The driver sighed and got up from her seat. She slowly walked to the back of the bus where Emily was. "Come on kid." she reached out her hand.
Emily shook her head and folded her arms tightly, "No! I'm not going with him!"
The driver became impatient and reached for the frightened kid. Emily stood up and punched the woman as hard as she could in the stomach. The driver fell back on a blue plastic seat and Emily jumped over her legs. Quickly she pushed through the back bus door and ran. The man saw her move and jumped from the bus and ran after her. Emily ran into her house and screamed, "Mom!" There was no response.
Emily ran up the creaky stairs into her mom's room. There she was, laying on the bed. But something was wrong. The sheets and blankets were stained blood red. Tears came to the little girls eyes as she ran to her mothers side. Sunlight streamed through the bedroom window, falling upon the body. With tearstained eyes, the little girl saw a knife plunged into her mothers chest. Blood was pouring from that spot like a waterfall. Her mothers forest green eyes were starring at her, not moving. Emily looked at her in horror, her face pale as a ghost, she was speechless. Either she was getting ready to scream, or the scream was too scared to come out. "It's sad when a mother fights for her child." said a man.
She looked towards the door, there he was. The man she had grown to hate. "She was just as foolish as your sister. I should have killed her too. But that little brat got away from me." he continued, "Now you have no where to hide. You can either come with me willingly or by force."
Emily stood there, her senses wouldn't let her move, not even an inch. He came closer to her, hate was flowing through her little body, it was taking over. She pulled out the knife from her mother's chest and ran to the old man, she was blinded by fury. Like her sister, she was not going down without a fight, even if she dies. She bent down and plunged the knife into his thigh, tearing through the black cloth. He fell down to the ground and groaned in pain as he pulled it out. Blood fell down his leg and stained the white carpet. Emily ran down the stairs once again. Her hands following the wall to stay upright. All she wanted to do was get away from that killer. She ran outside, back into the world. Soon, she was gasping for breath, she was not used to running so much. The tired girl slowed down, first jogging, then walking. Within minutes, her so-called-dad was right behind her. He grabbed her waist with both arms, though she struggled, he wouldn't loosen his grip on her. His right hand reached for her throat, he wrapped his fingers around and tightened his grip. Soon, her heartbeat quickened and she couldn't breath, her face changed red. It felt as though her eyes were going to burst out of her head if she didn't get air. The little head went forward and she passed out. He then finally let go of her throat and carried the limp girl to his car.
Emily felt like she was floating in darkness, in nothingness. She was alone, felt as though she was away from the man, "Emily." said a familiar voice.
She gathered strength together to respond, "Mom?" her eyes slowly opened in the darkness.
An image of an angel appeared, bright as the sun, it was indeed her mom. "Emily, don't give up, fight." The angel mom flew to her daughter, wrapping her arms around her, "I will always be with you and Melissa. Never forget that." with that last statement still in the air, she disappeared. Making Emily feel lost and alone again in the darkness.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked outside, she was in a car. "Welcome back." said the mans voice.
Without a word, she looked at him with anger. Fire was in her eyes growing bigger with hate.
"Just sit tight." he said without looking at her, "We're going to England."
The little girl shook her head, "No! I am not going!"
He lifted one of his hands and slapped her across the face. "Don't raise your voice with me you ass."
Emily rubbed her cheek, it was burning, tears of pain streamed down her face, stinging the red spot. She closed her eyes tightly, I want away from here. Even if it means dying. she thought.
The Honda came to a quick halt and the sound of an airplane taking off pierced the air. "We're here." he said calmly grabbing her arm forcefully.
The girl took her free arm and tried to yank his hand off of her. She was too weak. He pulled her out of the car and carried her to the building. Kicking and screaming she yelled, "Let go of me!"
Inside the building, they reached the gate, "Tickets please." said one of the flight attendants.
He quickly grabbed into his pocket and pulled out two tickets. The attendant smiled, "Please enjoy your flight."
As they walked down the long entrance, Emily's voice echoed, "I don't want to go!"
Everyone that heard the girls screams and saw her struggling, thought she just didn't want to go back home or something.
Emily looked around frantically, thinking of what to do. She sniffed, she was about to sneeze. Looking at the man who carried her, she sneezed in his face. Spit and snot going through the air landing on him. The man dropped her as he whipped his hand with his sleeve. With a thud, she hit the ground. Without thinking, she ran down the hall as fast as she could. The flight attendant closed the door with an announcement saying that their flight was taking off. The little girl fell to her knees as she pounded on the door. More tears were coming out of her eyes, hitting the floor. Loosing hope, her hands fell to her sides and resting on the floor.
Tightly, those same hairy arms grabbed her and dragged her to the plane. She didn't even bother to turn around and stare at his face. With a thud, she was in the flying machine, being dragged to her seat. Like a rag doll, she was picked up and strapped into a seat next to her father. "There is no where you can go now."
Emily quickly turned around, looking for someone to listen. Tearing away the seatbelt, she jumped onto her seat and began to scream as loud as she could, "Help!" moving her arms around through the air. "He has a bomb!"
Her dad pushed her into the window, as though it were a brick, her head hit the window. She got knocked out again and limply fell back into her chair.
Another dream came into view, red, green, blue, and white butterflies flew around Emily playfully. She was standing on water, not falling. Out in the horizon was a figure. She had long brown hair that blew wildly in the wind. Emily smiled, "Missy!" and ran to her sister.
The teenager ran to her. Once close enough, they braced each other with a hug. "Don't ever leave me." cried the little girl.
"I never will Emily. I promise."
Just then, the water was no longer quiet, and clouds covered the light blue sky. They let go of each other, and the sea began to split. "No! Missy!" Emily reached out her hand.
Melissa did the same, but they were too far apart. Darkness enclosed Emily, she felt around, there was nothing around her. She closed her eyes as tight as she can and screamed as loud and long as she could. But then someone's voice was heard, "Young child, are you lost?"
She stopped and looked around, there was an old woman with gray hair wearing a golden robe behind her. No longer in darkness, she was in a new land with green trees near a blue flowing river. "I am Aunt Wu. Please, follow me." the old woman reached out her hand.
Emily stared at the woman, she looked familiar. The little girl smiled and took her hand, she was happy to be away from the man who called himself her father and silently followed the wise woman.
Authors Note: I just had to redo this chapter, adding more detail. I have nothing else to do during a snow day.
Disclaimer: I don't own avatar.
