Emily walked into her living room, it was empty and dark. All of the lights were off, and nobody but her was there. A single tear formed in the corner of her eye, it started to trace her skin gently, following the path of her face until she brushed it away. She slowly made her way past the living room, through the hall and then stopped once she reached her room. The room was darker than the rest of her house, maybe that was just in her head though. A slight smile crept onto her face, as she let herself walk into the room. She walked over to the dresser that wasn't hers, covered in little Eiffel tower statues, and drawings of Paris. Her hand lifted up, and her fingers began to trace the drawing she loved the most. It was of two girls, one with brown hair and one with blonde, their backs were all you saw because they were facing the Eiffel tower. They were holding hands, and the shorter one was kind of leaning on the other one. Emily could feel her heart beating so hard that it felt as though it was about to break through her chest. She could feel the tears in her eyes on the brink of pouring out and she could feel her fingers shaking as they traced the picture softly. She dropped her hand and backed away slowly, turning around and walking to the bed. The blanket was white with a Paris theme and as her skin felt were another body used to be she couldn't hold it in any longer. She let her body crumble, falling into the bed and letting the sobs roll out of her, her hands gripping at the bed wishing that the pain would go away but she knew that wouldn't help...an old friend of hers taught her that. Spencer always told her that wishing, and hoping was pointless..that it bread eternal misery, but this pain was so awful that Emily was having trouble remembering that.
"I thought I was your dream girl" Emily cried out to nobody as she was alone, but she hoped that someone special would hear her, even though she knew that was impossible. "You always said I was your dream girl." After awhile of crying and breaking...Emily sat up. She looked around the dark room and let herself breath in her surroundings. Everything around her was from the past, everything around her made her think of that girl..the blonde one and Emily couldn't take it. She wiped her tear stained face gently and then let out a small sigh.
"I guess you decided to wake up...but you being awake means that I am now in a nightmare Alison."