At first I wanted to put the Dark Storyline series idea I had into one big story. I changed my mind and decided to separate them. Falling Apart is one of three stories from the Dark Storyline series. The other two are Taken and Finding You.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Professor Layton franchise
Warning: Will have strong depictions of self-harm and suicidal thoughts. There is also minor swearing.
Alone: Right after Azran Legacy. Emmy thinks about how her actions will affect her life from now on.
Alone
''Fuck…fuck fuck fuck fuck….'' She said while pacing through her apartment.
She could not believe it went down the way it did. She had to turn and betray the professor and Luke. The two people she had started to care for so much. The two people she had started to rely on these past couple of years.
But...Uncle Bronev was so important to her. He had saved her from a terrible childhood and an early death. She had promised him she would never leave his side for as long as she lived...and now? He was in prison. Now, he had turned into a horrible man who had no problem killing an innocent little girl. She wondered if he would have hurt her? If it meant getting closer to his goal...she figured he would.
She looked in the mirror in her small bathroom and wiped away the tears that had started to form in the corner of her eyes. She wasn't a little girl anymore. She had learned so much from him and from Targent...and she would forever be grateful. She needed to let him go...to let them all go…
''I'm alone…'' She said to no one.
She couldn't go back to the professor. She had betrayed him and she would never forgive herself. She should really just stop. Stop trying. Stop living…
She stared at her reflection into her own lifeless eyes. What was the point really? A wave of anger rushed through her body. She lifted her fist and smashed it against the mirror, causing it to splinter. She breathed hard and shuddered as the warm blood trickled down her fingers. The red quickly tainted her bathroom sink. She watched it dribble down the drain. She removed her hand from the mirror and watched the pieces fall down. She could no longer see herself.
She grabbed one of the glassshard and held it against her throat. Was she going to do it? Just...end it all?
The sharp edge of the mirror piece slightly cut the skin in her neck. Her pulse sped up. Sweat started to form on the forehead and tears pricked her eyes once more, getting dangerously close to falling. Her hand started to tremble. Could she really do this?
The alluring promise of silence and peace was so close. She moved the shard back and screamed. She screamed until her lungs started to burn. She screamed until she couldn't breath. Tears started falling. She was sobbing now.
She swung the shard and started cutting off her hair. Pieces of brown locks dwindled to the ground. It didn't take long to cut her hair into a short bob. She breathed hard when the final lock had fallen down. She didn't know why she did this. The shard slipped out of her hand and onto the floor as well.
After some time, she lifted herself from the ground.
What was she going to do now? She didn't have the guts to end it herself. There had to be another way...
She moved to her bedroom and removed her adventuring gear. The yellow colour from her jacket made her sick. She didn't want to be reminded of her time with them. She never wanted to see it again. She tossed it into her closet and grabbed one of her worn down grey t-shirts and put it on. It was raggedy and broken...just like her.
She sat down on her bed and sighed. A heavy feeling resided in her entire body. She needed sleep. Sleep would be good. Sleep would be nothing. Sleep would be nowhere.
She laid down on her bed and stared at the ceiling. She wondered if anyone would care if she never woke up again. The professor and Luke wouldn't come looking for her anymore. She didn't have any family or friends. She didn't have a job. Nothing. Nobody.
She turned and closed her eyes. The aching pain in her hand and her throat quickly faded, when she fell to the darkness.
Sometimes you have some dark thoughts locked away...sometimes I'd like to write them down.