Emerson was staring at nothing, her chin resting in the heel of her hand. Her fingers were curled up and resting against her lips as she looked at the wall. Her mind was racing with so many thoughts. She knew that she couldn't do what needed to be done alone but the last thing she thought she could do was pick up the phone and give her mother a call.
She sighed heavily as she shifted her weight a little before getting off of the stool she had been sitting on. She grabbed her thin black cardigan sweater and pulled it on. Emerson had never felt so alone in her life. She walked to the front door and locked it, pulling down the shade. She closed the curtains and turned away from the big bay window.
Hugging herself, Emerson walked the length of her store at a slow and steady pace. She could almost feel this thing draining her now. It was something that she had never felt before, which worried her a quite bit. She wondered if it knew that people were getting close to discovering it and that it was now gathering strength for the fight. That thought scared her actually.
She bit down on her lower lip hard enough to break the skin. Emerson could taste the blood in her mouth as she sucked on the cut she'd caused but paid no attention to it. Her mind was still trying to work out what was going on and what she could do to stop it. She kicked the desk in the back of the store and let out a frustrated cry.
I can't do this alone, Emerson thought, closing her eyes. And I don't want to do this with her. She knew that she was stuck between a rock and a hard place but if she was close to ending this, Emerson figured her mother would want to be a part of destroying it. As much as it pained her, she knew what had to be done.