Emma ran through the school blindly. She didn't know where her feet
were taking her. She only knew that she wanted to get away from everything.
Turning a sharp corner, Emma crashed into Liberty and feel to the ground.
Liberty smirked at her and walked off, not even making an effort to help
Emma. Grumbling, Emma got up and dusted herself off.
She still hadn't forgiven Liberty for what she did. She had tried to file charges against her. But Emma had been to close to her due date and the baby wasn't harmed. So, unfortunately, Liberty had been glared at for a few weeks and gotten a stern warning, and then walked away.
Emma walked to her first class, History. Emma sighed with relief. This was her easiest class; she was never called on to participate. She could just sit in the back unnoticed and blend in with the wall. And that was exactly what Emma did. About halfway through the class, Emma was doodling on a piece of blank paper when she heard to the door creak. Ignoring it and not really caring who it was, she kept on drawing and didn't raise her head.
"Class," the teacher, Mr. Jones called out. "I want you to meet our new student, Aaron McCloud."
Emma looked up sharply and her mouth fell open in shock. It was the Aaron, the one who had hurt her. He was looking around the class, smiling, and pretending to be innocent.
"Now let's see," Mr. Jones said. "Um, oh there's an empty seat. And it's right by Emma. Emma please raise your hand."
Emma was furious with herself. Not wanting to be seen or noticed, she chose a seat next to an empty one. Slowly, she raised her trembling hand. Aaron grinned and walked over to her. The class, not knowing anything was wrong, continued gossiping and supposedly taking notes.
"So," Aaron said quietly. "The party was great, wasn't it? We should get together sometime again."
Feeling sick again, Emma raised her hand. Then without waiting to be called on she grabbed her bag and rushed out of the room. She ran all the way home, except when she paused, retching dry since there was no food in her stomach. She walked into her house flushed and sweaty. When she walked in her mom looked up.
"Emma what are you doing home?" she asked.
Emma said she was sick and instead of listening to what else her mother had to say, she ran upstairs and locked herself in her room. She curled up on her bed and cried.
"You are so pathetic," she said to herself. "Stop crying! It's your fault that this happened so stop feeling so sorry for yourself. You have to keep going on with life."
Emma looked over to her dresser and saw a tub of Tylenol.
"No, actually life doesn't have to keep going," a small voice said in the back of her head. Emma reached over and grabbed the tub, and then swallowed as many pills as she could. She lay down on her bed, waiting for the pills to take their course. Then, she heard her mother knocking on the door.
"Em?" she asked. "I brought you some soup and tea. I thought you might want something to eat. So, I'll just leave it here. I love you Em."
And with that she left, unaware of the impact she had on Emma. Emma jumped up, wondering what she was thinking. Sure, life was bad, but there were still those that loved her and she couldn't let them down. Aaron had tried to ruin her life, but he wouldn't win. Emma would come out on top once again, and run her own life. Emma ran down the hall and knelt down by the toilet. She then made herself throw up until she thought all the pills were gone.
Later she walked downstairs. She had taken a shower and actually was smiling (or trying to).
"Hey," Spike said. "Are you feeling better?"
"You have no idea," Emma said.
Okay then. I hope that was better than the last one. And in case anyone was wondering where I got my ideas, I actually didn't get them from a magazine. Actually, my mom is a counselor like Ms. Suave, and works at a high school. She has to watch these videos on how to help people in those situations, and I heard this one girl talking about how her parents took her baby in and raised it as their own until she was ready to know the truth. It was the saddest movie I have ever seen. But anyways, that's where I got most of my ideas. And I'm sorry to those who don't like how this happening, since it already happened to Paige. But the story is not going to have a lot about the rape in it. Now she will move on to different issues. Please review!
She still hadn't forgiven Liberty for what she did. She had tried to file charges against her. But Emma had been to close to her due date and the baby wasn't harmed. So, unfortunately, Liberty had been glared at for a few weeks and gotten a stern warning, and then walked away.
Emma walked to her first class, History. Emma sighed with relief. This was her easiest class; she was never called on to participate. She could just sit in the back unnoticed and blend in with the wall. And that was exactly what Emma did. About halfway through the class, Emma was doodling on a piece of blank paper when she heard to the door creak. Ignoring it and not really caring who it was, she kept on drawing and didn't raise her head.
"Class," the teacher, Mr. Jones called out. "I want you to meet our new student, Aaron McCloud."
Emma looked up sharply and her mouth fell open in shock. It was the Aaron, the one who had hurt her. He was looking around the class, smiling, and pretending to be innocent.
"Now let's see," Mr. Jones said. "Um, oh there's an empty seat. And it's right by Emma. Emma please raise your hand."
Emma was furious with herself. Not wanting to be seen or noticed, she chose a seat next to an empty one. Slowly, she raised her trembling hand. Aaron grinned and walked over to her. The class, not knowing anything was wrong, continued gossiping and supposedly taking notes.
"So," Aaron said quietly. "The party was great, wasn't it? We should get together sometime again."
Feeling sick again, Emma raised her hand. Then without waiting to be called on she grabbed her bag and rushed out of the room. She ran all the way home, except when she paused, retching dry since there was no food in her stomach. She walked into her house flushed and sweaty. When she walked in her mom looked up.
"Emma what are you doing home?" she asked.
Emma said she was sick and instead of listening to what else her mother had to say, she ran upstairs and locked herself in her room. She curled up on her bed and cried.
"You are so pathetic," she said to herself. "Stop crying! It's your fault that this happened so stop feeling so sorry for yourself. You have to keep going on with life."
Emma looked over to her dresser and saw a tub of Tylenol.
"No, actually life doesn't have to keep going," a small voice said in the back of her head. Emma reached over and grabbed the tub, and then swallowed as many pills as she could. She lay down on her bed, waiting for the pills to take their course. Then, she heard her mother knocking on the door.
"Em?" she asked. "I brought you some soup and tea. I thought you might want something to eat. So, I'll just leave it here. I love you Em."
And with that she left, unaware of the impact she had on Emma. Emma jumped up, wondering what she was thinking. Sure, life was bad, but there were still those that loved her and she couldn't let them down. Aaron had tried to ruin her life, but he wouldn't win. Emma would come out on top once again, and run her own life. Emma ran down the hall and knelt down by the toilet. She then made herself throw up until she thought all the pills were gone.
Later she walked downstairs. She had taken a shower and actually was smiling (or trying to).
"Hey," Spike said. "Are you feeling better?"
"You have no idea," Emma said.
Okay then. I hope that was better than the last one. And in case anyone was wondering where I got my ideas, I actually didn't get them from a magazine. Actually, my mom is a counselor like Ms. Suave, and works at a high school. She has to watch these videos on how to help people in those situations, and I heard this one girl talking about how her parents took her baby in and raised it as their own until she was ready to know the truth. It was the saddest movie I have ever seen. But anyways, that's where I got most of my ideas. And I'm sorry to those who don't like how this happening, since it already happened to Paige. But the story is not going to have a lot about the rape in it. Now she will move on to different issues. Please review!