High School. A Teens Best Friend. Yeah Right.
By Risty Maskell and Silver15
Disclaimer: Nope, not ours.
Summary: Oh come on…
AN: OK, here's a little of Jamie's family history. Hope you like.
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I held Frodo tight, as I cried into his shoulder. To think my best friend wouldn't be there to see me married. I hadn't told her, but I wanted her to be an aunt and god mother to my children. She couldn't die. I had already had to many people in my family die.
From the start, we had been a rather big family. Dad was still the abusive prick he had always been, but besides me, Julia and Jake, there had been my twin sisters Stacey and Tracy, my oldest brother Mark and the baby, Samantha. We also had an 'adopted' brother. His name was Jesse.
My mother had not always been the depressed alcoholic she is now. Once, a long time ago, she actually cared about us. We were a big family, one of the biggest in Midgewood. Once a week, my father would come home and beat the hell out of mum. When he was on the war path, he would actually go so far as to put Samantha in a plastic bag and hold it closed. I had only been about ten at the time, and I had thrown myself at him, and bit his neck. I had been thrown across the room for it. Mark had been my protector when dad was around. He was tall, very tall, and very strong. He used to defend me, Julia, Jake, Jesse, Stacey, Tracy and Samantha. That's how he died. Dad had been flaming drunk, and had taken a kitchen knife. Catching Mark in the stomach, he had killed him. When dad was sober again, he had been weeping and crying for his oldest son, promising never to get that drunk again, but that promise was short lived.
Stacey and Tracy, who were just a bit younger than me, are still alive, but they haven't talked to us in years. So it seems as if, they died too. Samantha was only three years old when Dad had beaten the crap out of Jesse. She was so traumatized, she had gone and hidden under her bed. Dad had found her and spanked her black and blue. Told her, that she would never live in this house unless she learned violence. She had a rather big asthma attack a few weeks later and had died in hospital. Jesse was covered from head to foot in bruises. He had suffered brain damage. The doctors thought it best to turn off life-support. Now there is only me, Jake and Julia. Now mum and dad have run off somewhere. Leaving Julia and Jake and Me alone in the world. Even though Julia is twenty five. I'm eighteen and Jake is sixteen.
I was snatched out of my reverie when Frodo took my hand and led me down the hall to my room. We lay on my bed and just lay there, comforting each other all night long.
The next morning, I slept late. I hadn't gone to sleep until five am. I kept seeing old memories floating up from the depths of my mind. Things that I didn't want to remember. I had never told anyone about my past and had told Jake and Baz not to tell anyone either. I don't like sympathy much. I only accept it when I need it. I needed it now. My best friend was most probably dead. My matron of honor, my children's god mother, was in a bad state.
There was a knock at the door. A familiar head poked in and looked at me. It was Julia.
"Julia!" I cried, sobbing, and leapt into her embrace. I cried into my big sisters shoulder. I hardly ever cried. But it wasn't fair. Emma wanted to die, leaving us all feeling lost.
"Shh, it's okay Jamie. It's okay." Was all Julia said, patting my back and whispering soothing sounds to me. Behind me, Frodo sat up. I finished crying long enough to introduce them briefly.
"Julia, this is my fiancée Frodo Baggins. Frodo, this is my big sister, Julia."
They shook hands and Julia stared at me. "Fiancée? My little sister is getting married?"
I nodded briefly. Julia realised I didn't really want to talk. "So how is Emma?"
"Getting worse." I said in a hoarse voice. "Why does she want to kill herself so badly, Julia?"
"I have no idea, Jamie. My reason was, I thought the whole world was turned against me. So I thought, lets just get rid of an ugly toad like me. Who will miss me? I didn't realise that you and Jake would. I was to caught up in my own affairs."
Frodo stared, this time. "You tried to kill yourself?"
"Oh yeah, plenty of times." Said Julia seriously.
"I just had an idea. Maybe, Julia can talk some sense into her."
"Frodo, Emma is unconscious." I said, shaking my head.
But Julia nodded. "No, I think it might work. When I was in hospital. I could hear you guys, I just couldn't respond."
My hopes picked themselves up off the floor and dusted themselves off.
Frodo, Julia and I all raced out to the stables.
We rode to the hospital. The nurse who had been on duty when I was there, was still there. She recognised me. "Oh, you want to see Emma Silverblade. But who are these two?"
"This is my sister, Julia and my fiancée, Frodo. May we see her?"
The nurse nodded and We headed for the door.
Elrond and Billee looked up as we entered. They had been here all night. I explained the idea to Elrond. He said we could try, but it was very doubtful. Emma was sunk so deep, not even Elronds elven magic could reach her. Her eyes were open and she looked totally lifeless.
Julia stepped up to the bedside, she took hold of Emma's cold hand and spoke calmly. "Usually, the only functioning thing in a body like this, is the eyes." She turned to Emma. "Emma, this is Jamie's sister, Julia. If you can hear me, I want you to blink you eyes once."
We all held our breath. After what seemed like forever, Emma's eyelids drooped into a blink. Julia tried again.
"Emma, if you can hear what I'm saying, blink twice."
Emma's eyes blinked once…twice. She could hear us.
Julia, who knew how to handle this kind of situation, talked to her.
"Emma, I want to talk to you. I'll ask you some questions, for yes, blink once, for no, blink twice. Okay?"
Emma blinked once. I sighed with relief. Julia began the 'interrogation'.
"Emma, do you want to die?" Emma blinked once.
"Do you want to leave all the people who care about you, behind?" She blinked twice.
"Why do you want to die, Emma? Is it school?" two blinks. "Bullies?" One blink.
"That was a yes." I spoke up. "Is it Jo Dogen, Emma?" One blink. "Is it because of what Randy did to you, two years ago?" One very rapid blink.
I began to cry. I couldn't help it. "Please, Emma. Come back! I - I need my best friend with me!"
We stayed like that all day and all night. Billee and Elrond went back to school in the late afternoon. Julia and Frodo were asleep in chairs. I was leaning against the bed, half asleep. That's when I heard it. Barely above a soft whisper.
"Jamie?" Emma was back. I lifted my head to see if I was dreaming. I wasn't. She was looking at me. I hugged her frail shoulders. "I need something to eat." She said. I nodded.
"I'll go get the nurse." I walked quietly out of the room, and over to the nurses station. "Excuse me?"
"Yes dear?" Asked a kindly old lady nurse.
"Um, my friend, Emma Silverblade is awake. She says she needs something to eat." The nurse checked the roster.
"It says here that she's been throwing up blood. She's torn the lining of her stomach. She has to go in for a operation to sew her back up." I nodded. "Would you like me to call a doctor, to tell him she's awake? She's sceduled for pre-op at seven am." I looked at my watch. It was six am now.
"That would be great. Thank you."
I walked back to the room. Emma was lying still. But she was still in the land of the living. "Emma, I can't get you anything to eat, you have to go in for pre-op, shortly." Emma looked really scared. "Don't worry. I'll be right outside the door." She gripped my hand as tight as she could manage and we waited until the doctor came with a trolley to take her to pre-op.
By Risty Maskell and Silver15
Disclaimer: Nope, not ours.
Summary: Oh come on…
AN: OK, here's a little of Jamie's family history. Hope you like.
**************************************************************************** **********
I held Frodo tight, as I cried into his shoulder. To think my best friend wouldn't be there to see me married. I hadn't told her, but I wanted her to be an aunt and god mother to my children. She couldn't die. I had already had to many people in my family die.
From the start, we had been a rather big family. Dad was still the abusive prick he had always been, but besides me, Julia and Jake, there had been my twin sisters Stacey and Tracy, my oldest brother Mark and the baby, Samantha. We also had an 'adopted' brother. His name was Jesse.
My mother had not always been the depressed alcoholic she is now. Once, a long time ago, she actually cared about us. We were a big family, one of the biggest in Midgewood. Once a week, my father would come home and beat the hell out of mum. When he was on the war path, he would actually go so far as to put Samantha in a plastic bag and hold it closed. I had only been about ten at the time, and I had thrown myself at him, and bit his neck. I had been thrown across the room for it. Mark had been my protector when dad was around. He was tall, very tall, and very strong. He used to defend me, Julia, Jake, Jesse, Stacey, Tracy and Samantha. That's how he died. Dad had been flaming drunk, and had taken a kitchen knife. Catching Mark in the stomach, he had killed him. When dad was sober again, he had been weeping and crying for his oldest son, promising never to get that drunk again, but that promise was short lived.
Stacey and Tracy, who were just a bit younger than me, are still alive, but they haven't talked to us in years. So it seems as if, they died too. Samantha was only three years old when Dad had beaten the crap out of Jesse. She was so traumatized, she had gone and hidden under her bed. Dad had found her and spanked her black and blue. Told her, that she would never live in this house unless she learned violence. She had a rather big asthma attack a few weeks later and had died in hospital. Jesse was covered from head to foot in bruises. He had suffered brain damage. The doctors thought it best to turn off life-support. Now there is only me, Jake and Julia. Now mum and dad have run off somewhere. Leaving Julia and Jake and Me alone in the world. Even though Julia is twenty five. I'm eighteen and Jake is sixteen.
I was snatched out of my reverie when Frodo took my hand and led me down the hall to my room. We lay on my bed and just lay there, comforting each other all night long.
The next morning, I slept late. I hadn't gone to sleep until five am. I kept seeing old memories floating up from the depths of my mind. Things that I didn't want to remember. I had never told anyone about my past and had told Jake and Baz not to tell anyone either. I don't like sympathy much. I only accept it when I need it. I needed it now. My best friend was most probably dead. My matron of honor, my children's god mother, was in a bad state.
There was a knock at the door. A familiar head poked in and looked at me. It was Julia.
"Julia!" I cried, sobbing, and leapt into her embrace. I cried into my big sisters shoulder. I hardly ever cried. But it wasn't fair. Emma wanted to die, leaving us all feeling lost.
"Shh, it's okay Jamie. It's okay." Was all Julia said, patting my back and whispering soothing sounds to me. Behind me, Frodo sat up. I finished crying long enough to introduce them briefly.
"Julia, this is my fiancée Frodo Baggins. Frodo, this is my big sister, Julia."
They shook hands and Julia stared at me. "Fiancée? My little sister is getting married?"
I nodded briefly. Julia realised I didn't really want to talk. "So how is Emma?"
"Getting worse." I said in a hoarse voice. "Why does she want to kill herself so badly, Julia?"
"I have no idea, Jamie. My reason was, I thought the whole world was turned against me. So I thought, lets just get rid of an ugly toad like me. Who will miss me? I didn't realise that you and Jake would. I was to caught up in my own affairs."
Frodo stared, this time. "You tried to kill yourself?"
"Oh yeah, plenty of times." Said Julia seriously.
"I just had an idea. Maybe, Julia can talk some sense into her."
"Frodo, Emma is unconscious." I said, shaking my head.
But Julia nodded. "No, I think it might work. When I was in hospital. I could hear you guys, I just couldn't respond."
My hopes picked themselves up off the floor and dusted themselves off.
Frodo, Julia and I all raced out to the stables.
We rode to the hospital. The nurse who had been on duty when I was there, was still there. She recognised me. "Oh, you want to see Emma Silverblade. But who are these two?"
"This is my sister, Julia and my fiancée, Frodo. May we see her?"
The nurse nodded and We headed for the door.
Elrond and Billee looked up as we entered. They had been here all night. I explained the idea to Elrond. He said we could try, but it was very doubtful. Emma was sunk so deep, not even Elronds elven magic could reach her. Her eyes were open and she looked totally lifeless.
Julia stepped up to the bedside, she took hold of Emma's cold hand and spoke calmly. "Usually, the only functioning thing in a body like this, is the eyes." She turned to Emma. "Emma, this is Jamie's sister, Julia. If you can hear me, I want you to blink you eyes once."
We all held our breath. After what seemed like forever, Emma's eyelids drooped into a blink. Julia tried again.
"Emma, if you can hear what I'm saying, blink twice."
Emma's eyes blinked once…twice. She could hear us.
Julia, who knew how to handle this kind of situation, talked to her.
"Emma, I want to talk to you. I'll ask you some questions, for yes, blink once, for no, blink twice. Okay?"
Emma blinked once. I sighed with relief. Julia began the 'interrogation'.
"Emma, do you want to die?" Emma blinked once.
"Do you want to leave all the people who care about you, behind?" She blinked twice.
"Why do you want to die, Emma? Is it school?" two blinks. "Bullies?" One blink.
"That was a yes." I spoke up. "Is it Jo Dogen, Emma?" One blink. "Is it because of what Randy did to you, two years ago?" One very rapid blink.
I began to cry. I couldn't help it. "Please, Emma. Come back! I - I need my best friend with me!"
We stayed like that all day and all night. Billee and Elrond went back to school in the late afternoon. Julia and Frodo were asleep in chairs. I was leaning against the bed, half asleep. That's when I heard it. Barely above a soft whisper.
"Jamie?" Emma was back. I lifted my head to see if I was dreaming. I wasn't. She was looking at me. I hugged her frail shoulders. "I need something to eat." She said. I nodded.
"I'll go get the nurse." I walked quietly out of the room, and over to the nurses station. "Excuse me?"
"Yes dear?" Asked a kindly old lady nurse.
"Um, my friend, Emma Silverblade is awake. She says she needs something to eat." The nurse checked the roster.
"It says here that she's been throwing up blood. She's torn the lining of her stomach. She has to go in for a operation to sew her back up." I nodded. "Would you like me to call a doctor, to tell him she's awake? She's sceduled for pre-op at seven am." I looked at my watch. It was six am now.
"That would be great. Thank you."
I walked back to the room. Emma was lying still. But she was still in the land of the living. "Emma, I can't get you anything to eat, you have to go in for pre-op, shortly." Emma looked really scared. "Don't worry. I'll be right outside the door." She gripped my hand as tight as she could manage and we waited until the doctor came with a trolley to take her to pre-op.