Yes, weeks passed. Emily slowly forgave James, but still held a grudge and it was apparent. Everytime he was around, she'd be tensed and wouldn't make eye contact for more then a second. But that was okay. James didn't care what Emily thought about him. They were never close to begin with, although now he was on guard every time she'd be around. Kyla had gotten somewhat better. Her scars had started healing and Kendall had even talked her into wearing a t-shirt and jeans. It was a long argument (or debate, as Kendall put it) and even longer trying to get Kyla into a t-shirt, but she finally caved. Many at the Palm Woods were shocked by the turn of events, but chose not to say anything. After all, they all saw the scars on her arms, old and semi-new.

Kyla looked at her cellphone, sighing heavily. She was supposed to be at the pool twenty minutes ago. She checked her outfit, which was simply a plaid button up shirt, white cami, and blue jean shorts, and headed out the door. Since it was a nice day, she took the stairs, even though it added a good three minutes to her time frame. She turned the corner and waved to the few people in the lobby, turning the corner to get to the pool.

And that's when she stopped in her track. That's when she could, literally, feel her heart break in half, when she felt her body go numb.

James had his arms wrapped around one of the Palm Wood's newest additions, Pamela Jones. She was tan, bleach blonde, and most definitely small. If it was just arms, Kyla wouldn't have minded. But the tongue war she did. She turned hot on her tail and started in to the lobby, turning the corner to go into the building. Emily froze, staring at Kyla. She smiled, waving.

"Hey Ky," she said, slinging her bag further onto her shoulder. "I've got to be at work in ten minutes," Kyla still found it interesting how everyone considered modelling a job, "so I'll be back around five."

"Alright," said Kyla, hearing her heart snap. She could feel her eyes watering as she still forced her fake smile, nodding. Emily blew a kiss and turned, walking out the front, waving frantically for a taxi. Kyla gave one final look over her shoulder, making slight eye contact with Pamela, before running for the stairs.

One of the best ways to get things out of your system, according to Kyla, was running. So, run she did. Straight up the stairs, down the hall, and into her apartment, locking the door behind her.


Emily opened the apartment door, finding it seemingly deserted. She blinked and walked through every room, trying the doors. Finally, she approached Kyla's room. The door wasn't locked, but she couldn't open it. Something was blocking it, and now she was beginning to fear the worst. She backed away from the door and hurried out into the hallway, straight to apartment 2J. She stood, staring at the door, awaiting the opening.

"Emii?" asked Logan, opening the door slowly. Emily looked as though she were about to break in half, her eyes were wide. "L-Let me get Kendall.."

"I just need all of you!" she yelped, tears slowly falling. Logan nodded and hollered for the others, following Emily to her apartment. Emily pointed at Kyla's door, her eyes still wide. "I... I-I can't get it open. Kyla's not here and...and...and.." she stopped speaking, choking on her tears, her voice turning into a sob.

"I'll get it, Logan, you stay here with Emily," Kendall instructed, pushing open the bathroom door. "Okay, so there's a window in here. James, Carlos, you two keep trying to get the door open. If I knock on the door, I'm in."

They watched the bathroom window open and Kendall step out. James and Carlos went to trying to push the door open and, within seconds, they heard the knock. They both stopped. Kendall looked around the room. It wasn't your average teenage bedroom. The curtains were dark tinted, keeping the light out. The carpet was blood red, the walls white, the bed black. He looked around for the bathroom door. He didn't have to struggle against it, for it was unlocked. He opened the door and froze.

"Shit, guys, call 9-1-1!" With that, Emily's sobs became louder.


Okii, I'm really, REALLY SORRY that this is short and suckish. But I do plan to make the next chapter wonderful~3 Well, depends on what you call wonderful. By wonderful I mean gorey, sad, and maybe more? :