I'll Breathe Tomorrow
IV : Emergency
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In a way, a freaky chapter.
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Emma opens her black umbrella as she steps out of her newsletter building. Her boss, coincidentally named Emma, had called her for a meeting that last an hour. They needed better stories and a new designs for their website, Emma had offered to have Lewis do it. Her friend being quiet the tech geek.
The wheat-blonde walks toward her car as the rain pelts down on her umbrella that's protecting her from the violent rain. She quickly enters her car and shuts her umberlla before stepping into the car. She slams the door closed and starts her car, pulling out of park space and driving home.
She smiles to herself as she drives, the day is almost normal and she had gotten through it well. The wheat-blonde turns the corner, the grave where her step-mother was buried lay there, and sees the ambulance.
She pulls over, seeing that the police and ambulance were blocking the road, and climbs out. Her car door shuts and the men turn their attention toward her. There's a car in the middle of it all, blood is on the gravel.
One of the police men looks down at a small picture before looking at her, "Emma Gilbert?" She nods and gingerly walks toward them, they look over at a blonde woman on a gurney.
"Oh my god." Emma gasps and tears well up in her eyes as she rushes to her sister's side. Bruises and scraps cover her arms, legs, and some of her face. There's blood, a lot of it. Emma looks at her step-sister with tears running down her cheeks, "No, no. It can't be her!" She cries, some one wraps their arms around her.
Emma looks up to see her brother, Elliot. "That's not her, Elliot, right.." He looks down at her with pain in his blue eyes, "Yeah..it is, Em." The wheat-blonde starts sobbing uncontrolablly as her brother holds her up and her step-sister is taken away.
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Emma's crying.
She's breaking down right in the middle of the street while the paramedics take me away on a gurney. I look at myself before they take the real me away to the hospital. My clothes are tattered and I have a huge cut on my forehead along with somewhere else on my scalp.
I grimace and look away from my ,broken, self. Elliot's here and he's hugging Emma as she tells him that it's not me. It can't be. She almost falls but Elliot keeps her up. I stand there, looking at them breaking down.
I smile sadly to myself. After all of that. Talking to my parent's dead souls, telling them I was sorry, crying my eyes out in the rain. This happens to me, on the anniversary of my mother's death. Wow, my family really is screwed.
The guy that hit me is apoligizing, explaining that he didn't see me. How could he not see me? The police ask him the same question. He admits he was talking to his son on the phone and got distracted, it was too late to stop when he saw me.
"Too late" is a common word in my world. It was "too late" to tell my father that there was a bomb in his unit. It was "too late" to save my mother because she died on that street. It was "too late" for me to change my ways and not dissapoint my parents.
I look up at the dark sky, it's not raining any more. I look at the police car's flashing lights and the ambulance truck taking my body away. I can still hear them, no matter how far I, the real me, is.
"Real shame. The girls' father and mother already passed. It's her mother's anniversary and this is what happens." One of the police says, a sad look on his face. I shake my head, they don't feel sympathy, they feel the need to say it so they don't seem rude. "Yeah. That guy was one of her mother's clients." The other officer says.
The man that hit me is gone along with his car. The car that had my blood on the hood. Emma and Elliot are gone too, they followed the ambulance truck to the hospital minutes ago.
"What's his name again?" The first officer asks the second, looking around.
"Harrison. Harrison Bennett."
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Emma fidgets in the blue hospital seat with tear stains and smudgy eyeliner. Elliot had taken her to his car and they had driven to the hospital quickly. Elliot was now standing outside, calling Cleo and Zane to alert them of what happened.
Emma looks around to see patients being strolled down the hallways casually and people talking. She sees a family crying as the doctor tells them that their daughter didn't make it. Shivering, Emma hopes it won't happen to them.
Losing Rikki would be the breaking point for her. The blonde would go crazy and suicide or just have her life go down path. She knows that would happen, she just does.
Emma waits for a doctor to come and tell them that it wasn't Rikki. That Rikki's safe and sound at home. She knows it won't happen because this is her life. In her life, nothing goes right.
Minutes go by and every single thing Emma sees suddenly means something. Something important. The nurse's beeper goes off - Emma thinks that it's for her to got to Rikki's room. The woman typing at a large desk - Emma knows it's Rikki's death certificate or something like it. Crying - they're showing Emma pity, soft laughter - they're laughing at her pathetic life, talking - they're sharing Emma's secrets that they somehow know.
Everything is important, suddenly. Emma squeezes her eyes shout and hopes for the sounds to go back to the normal. They smuther her once more before eveything goes back to how it was. Normal.
Sighing, Emma opens her blue eyes again and gasps. Rikki's figure, light and translusent, looking at her with sad baby blue eyes. A nurse passes by and "Rikki" dissapears. Emma's wide blue eyes look around the waiting room, looking for any sign of Rikki.
Blond hair flows and Emma's eyes snap over to where it came from. It's a toddler, walking to her mommy while the doctor watches with a smile. The wheat-blonde sinks into her chair and feels like crying. But she can't.
Elliot walks back into the hospital with Cleo and Zane. They suspect her quietness but don't say anything. Cleo hugs Emma and tells her that everything will be fine.
Emma doesn't say anything about the sounds or Rikki.
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I kind of liks this chapter. Seriously, tell me what you think. =)
Oh and tell me what you think of starting a Vampire Diares fanfic with an OC and my own plot. Review/Comment.
- Marie xx