Author's note: Google was my only source of help through all of this, I have no medical knowledge that was actually taught to me. So some of this might not be accurate, but I tried my best.
New York,
2006
4:30am
Emily heard quiet sobs from her four year old daughter's room. "Dammit, she said, and put down her glass of whiskey. She was glad that she wasn't completely drunk off her ass.
She got up, off the couch, and opened Skylar's bedroom door. Her daughter had her knees to her chest, and was crying.
"Honey, Emily said, and her daughter looked up, and Emily sat down on her bed. "What's going on?"
"Who are you?" Skylar asked, and walked away from her mother. She was having an amnesia episode.
She soon realised that it was bad enough to call an ambulance. She woke her mother up, to tell her what was going on, and got rid of the glass of whiskey, and tried to calm Skylar down, but it wasn't happening.
Then the paramedics got her to calm down, and got her to trust them, and told her to trust Emily, they convinced her enough to get her to calm down enough to have Emily by her side during the ambulance ride.
Emily was used to this, so it didn't bother her as much as the first time this happened. She also made a mental note to herself to call into work at about 6:00. She was just hoping that Miranda wouldn't have her head for dinner the night after.
…
By about 3:00pm Skylar was finally doing okay, and Emily brought her back home, and had her take a nap, because Skylar was exhausted.
She poured a glass of wine, and sighed in relief. Her withdrawal was very overpowering.
"How much did you drink today?" Hannah asked. She was the only reason that Emily wasn't an over the walls alcoholic.
"Only a glass of whiskey, and some of this."
"You should probably get some rest,"
"Eh,"
"Emily,"
"What? I've gone a few days without sleep before."
"Emily! Why are you so horrible to your body? You hardly eat anything, and you don't get any rest."
"I'm fine mum,"
"No, it's not healthy,"
…
Emily was angry, her mother was constantly pestering her about her eating, and sleep schedule. She honestly wondered why she still bothered her about it.
She didn't know what Hannah wanted from her.
…
Hannah was angry, none of her children were healthy people, whether it was mentally, or physically, or both. Emily was one of them who fell in the 'both' section of the family.
Their father did a number on them. Charlie, he was abusive, to Hannah, and their daughters. But he was a great father to their sons.
But he was the worst to Emily, because she was a fighter. She wasn't one to be picked on, if you did pick on her, or if you made her angry, she fought. She never got physical like she would with others, but she was still bad.
She got in a lot of fights as a kid, and throughout highschool, until she met her ex girlfriend. She fell head over heels in love with the girl, and she was finally happy, but the girl ended up breaking her heart, by cheating.
And Hannah was angry, because Emily was back to rebelling, fighting with Charlie, and ended up getting herself hurt by him, and other boyfriends, she never dated another girl after that one.
Hannah sighed, she just continued to pray to God that her children would eventually be okay, but that was something that she could only hope for, because she knew that it wasn't realistic.
The next week
Emily invited a guy to come over to the apartment, Hannah didn't get good vibes from him. Emily said he was a friend from work, but Hannah didn't believe it. Emily was flirting with him, and he was clearly soaking it up.
The one thing that gave Hannah a sense that he was an okay guy, was he was really good with Skylar, and even played with her. Emily smiled the whole time.
Hannah didn't like the idea of her daughter hanging out around him. But also come to find out that he was an officer at Runway. He was even moved to the outer office, where Emily's desk was, so they often found themselves talking to each other.
But she still didn't like him.
…
Emily knew her mother didn't like Dylan, but she didn't care, they were both flirting with each other, and she was honestly having fun with it, and so was he. It wasn't like they were going to get together…
The next day
"It wasn't like we were going to get together," was the great sentence her brain came up with, and she believed it until he asked her out on a date. At first she wanted to say no, but she also liked him, and she didn't want to waste the possibly only time she would get to date someone.
They were going to go out that night, and she told her mother that she was going to be late.
…
Emily giggled, and drank some wine, and took a bite of her salad. He was funny, and nice, and she was having a lot of fun on this date.
And they agreed that they both wanted a second one.