High School. A Teens Best Friend. Yeah Right.
By Risty Maskell and Silver15
Disclaimer: Nope, not ours.
Summary: Oh come on…
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I was lying on my bed, with Frodo, who was just putting a little antiseptic cream on a cut that dad had given me the day before. Billee came in.
" S'cuse me Frodo, can I talk to Jamie alone?" Frodo nodded and went outside, shutting the door behind him. I knew he'd wait until Billee was gone before coming back in.
"What's wrong, Billee?" I asked, a questioning look on my face.
"It's about Emma…" He told me everything. The phone call, the visit, the plan, the secret…everything. I knew my mouth was hanging open in shock. I knew Emma had had a destructive life…but I never in my right mind had thought this was the case. I felt my blood boil and I wanted to find Mr. Silverblade and rip his head off. I had the nagging feeling that My dad had something to do with it. Because, while Billee had been at the hospital, I had been walking out in the garden. My father had come out from behind a tree and praise valinor, he had been as sober as a priest. He had actually been civil toward me and had asked me not to 'hang out' with the 'depressed suicidal elf-girl' anymore. I had slapped him for that, saying not to say that about my friends.
I knew there had been something going on behind the scenes of our lives, I just hadn't figured out what. Now I knew, I didn't want to know. I just wanted to get Emma away from that hell-hole they called a hospital. I wanted to take her away from her mother and father and they would never be able to bother her again. I knew Boromir would see to that. He loved Emma with all his heart and maybe a little more.
"You have to tell Boromir, Billee. He has to know." I said, in a choked voice. I was totally fighting the urge not to run screaming to the hospital and bite off Mr. Silverblade's head in a fit of rage.
That night, I had a really weird dream. It was like a scene from the movie 'Little Nicky'. There was Emma, and she was standing in this big group of people. She was holding a shiny ball thing. Mr. Silverblade was turning into a bat and flapping towards her. Emma dropped the ball and there was a cloud of smoke, Mr. Silverblade said "What the hell is that?"
Out of the smoke rose a figure. It was me. "Jamie?" Asked Emma in a sort of awed voice. I cackled and Mr. Silverblade said "Holy Shit." In a thick British accent. He flew at me and I grabbed him round the neck, bit his head off, dropped the little bat body and spat the head into a flask thing. It was so weird. I woke up after that. The really strange thing was though, I had a really bad taste in my mouth, as though I had been eating bat.
It was morning when I woke up. Colan was snuggled up against me, again. I smiled and carefully got up, so as not to wake him. I picked him up and he lay his head on my shoulder, his thumb in his mouth. I carried him back to Billee's room and lay him down next to his brother. Laddie whined to be let out so I took him with me on a walk around the gardens. I just hoped Elrond could have seen or heard what was going on…
By Risty Maskell and Silver15
Disclaimer: Nope, not ours.
Summary: Oh come on…
**************************************************************************** **********
I was lying on my bed, with Frodo, who was just putting a little antiseptic cream on a cut that dad had given me the day before. Billee came in.
" S'cuse me Frodo, can I talk to Jamie alone?" Frodo nodded and went outside, shutting the door behind him. I knew he'd wait until Billee was gone before coming back in.
"What's wrong, Billee?" I asked, a questioning look on my face.
"It's about Emma…" He told me everything. The phone call, the visit, the plan, the secret…everything. I knew my mouth was hanging open in shock. I knew Emma had had a destructive life…but I never in my right mind had thought this was the case. I felt my blood boil and I wanted to find Mr. Silverblade and rip his head off. I had the nagging feeling that My dad had something to do with it. Because, while Billee had been at the hospital, I had been walking out in the garden. My father had come out from behind a tree and praise valinor, he had been as sober as a priest. He had actually been civil toward me and had asked me not to 'hang out' with the 'depressed suicidal elf-girl' anymore. I had slapped him for that, saying not to say that about my friends.
I knew there had been something going on behind the scenes of our lives, I just hadn't figured out what. Now I knew, I didn't want to know. I just wanted to get Emma away from that hell-hole they called a hospital. I wanted to take her away from her mother and father and they would never be able to bother her again. I knew Boromir would see to that. He loved Emma with all his heart and maybe a little more.
"You have to tell Boromir, Billee. He has to know." I said, in a choked voice. I was totally fighting the urge not to run screaming to the hospital and bite off Mr. Silverblade's head in a fit of rage.
That night, I had a really weird dream. It was like a scene from the movie 'Little Nicky'. There was Emma, and she was standing in this big group of people. She was holding a shiny ball thing. Mr. Silverblade was turning into a bat and flapping towards her. Emma dropped the ball and there was a cloud of smoke, Mr. Silverblade said "What the hell is that?"
Out of the smoke rose a figure. It was me. "Jamie?" Asked Emma in a sort of awed voice. I cackled and Mr. Silverblade said "Holy Shit." In a thick British accent. He flew at me and I grabbed him round the neck, bit his head off, dropped the little bat body and spat the head into a flask thing. It was so weird. I woke up after that. The really strange thing was though, I had a really bad taste in my mouth, as though I had been eating bat.
It was morning when I woke up. Colan was snuggled up against me, again. I smiled and carefully got up, so as not to wake him. I picked him up and he lay his head on my shoulder, his thumb in his mouth. I carried him back to Billee's room and lay him down next to his brother. Laddie whined to be let out so I took him with me on a walk around the gardens. I just hoped Elrond could have seen or heard what was going on…