The Unexpected Visitor
Emma Nelson stood outside the door of the house Sean once lived in with his brother. It has been ages since she has been here, years actually. The last time she was here had to have been about two days before her and Sean had broken up, and since then the thought of ever considering coming within miles of this small house had never occured to her. She never even wanted to allow for the thought of coming near this house to cross her mind.
Yet surely enough, here she is. Standing on the doorstep of Sean...well now it is safe to call it Ellie's house since she now lives here. Emma still finds herself confused as to how quickly the relationship between Sean and Ellie had developed. It took almost two years for Emma to ever really feel like she was totally comfortable with Sean, and when she lost him she actually felt like she had been missing a piece of her. Sean was always difficult for Emma to understand, he had something dark buried deep inside of him, something that he would never allow for Emma to see. It would be a lie for Emma to say that she never even thought about pushing Sean harder to open up to her, but she now knows that he just was not ready to open up to her.
As if out of nowhere, after ONE Saturday detention, Emma was shocked to see Sean standing at his locker, holding Ellie's hand and gazing into her eyes in the way Emma once wished he would gaze into her own. Word spread around school quickly, everyone was talking about how out of the blue the whole thing had happened, but Emma knew better. She may not have ever taken the time to get to know Ellie, but she knew Sean, and she knew the rumors about Ellie. They both have so much in common, they both have tortured parents who inflict their pain onto their children, they both have this huge burden. The weight of the world on their shoulders, or at least that is how they act.
Emma took a deep breath as she raised her hand, preparing herself to knock on the door. She lowered her hand as she tried to remain calm. She still never fully knows why the hell she is here. Afterall, techincally most people assume that herself and Ellie are enemies, seeing as how Ellie is dating her ex boyfriend.
Emma turns around, as she walks off the front step she walks back to the driveway, but as she was walking away events of what happened earlier in the day flashed before her mind. Ellie running to the janitors closet, slamming the door closed, the sound of a phone shattering. Paige opening the door, Ellie yelling at her and running out of the school as if Paige had just insulted her in the worse way imaginable.
Emma just sensed something, she felt as if Ellie needed someone to talk too, and since both girls feel as though Sean had abanonded each other, it would only make sense that Emma be the one to at least try to comfort her.
She turned back to the house, looking up at it. The house that was once so familer to her, now seemed as if it was a house she had never seen before, her first time here. It probably has to do with the fact that she knows it is no longer Sean's house, that now she knows it belongs to Ellie.
Emma walked back up the steps, closing her eyes as she raised her hand, preparing herself to knock. As she took a deep breath she finally knocked lightly on the door. No answer. She listened closely for any indication that there was someone inside, as she waited another moment she knocked again.
No sound.
Emma sighed deeply, actually relieved that no one had answered the door. As she was about to turn and walk away she paused as she noticed that the door was actually open slightly. Letting her curiosity take control of her, as per usual, Emma slightly pushed the door open. She stuck her head inside as she looked around the seemingly empty room. "Ellie?" Emma called. Again, no answer.
Stepping further inside, she looked around the room again, something seemed off. Something was different about the room, maybe it was the smell or maybe it had to do with the sound of the phone off the hook. The operator's recorded voice getting louder each second. Emma stepped all the way in now, closing the door behind her. "Ellie?" She called again.
Emma's jaw dropped at the sight she saw before her. Her heart pratically stopped as she rushed for the couch, falling to the ground beside the motionless body of the red-headed girl. "Ellie?!" Emma called as she pushed hard on Ellie, trying to wake her up. "Ellie? Comeon wake up!" Emma called, she searched around the girl, finally spotting the puddle of blood that rested under her arm. She lifted her arm up, as she saw the long cut and the river of blood that continued to flow down her arm. Whatever she had done, it was bad.
"Oh god...Oh god oh god.." Emma whimpered as she brushed the tears from her eyes. "P- Phone...I-I need a phone.." Emma scanned the room frantically. She finally spotted the phone which Ellie had clearly knocked off the table.
Emma crawled across the floor as she grabbed the phone. She grabbed the reciver and the base of the phone, as she slammed the phone down on the base trying to make the stupid computer operator to shut up. Finally she got a dial tone, as she quickly dialed the three digit number.
"Thank you for calling 411, what city and state please?" The voice on the other end of the phone answered.
"Dammit." Emma mumbled as she realized she accidently pressed 411 instead of 911.
Hanging up the phone again she waited for the dial tone.
"911 Emergency, how can I help you?" The gentle womens voice answered.
"Help! Please! My friend sh-she's hurt. There...There...blood...so..much blood." Emma cried hysterically into the phone.
"Ok I'm going to need you to calm down and try and tell me what happened, please." The women responded, her voice was calm and gentle. As if she was talking to a five year old child who had stubbed their toe.
"PLEASE! Send someone now! She's hurting!" Emma cried.
"Calm down ok, Just tell me where you are." Emma could feel her nevres grating as the women continued to speak to her as if nothing was going wrong.
After taking several deep breaths and trying to calm herself down, Emma finally managed to choke out the address.
"Ok, I have a ambulance on its way. But I am going to need you to stay on the line with me and tell me exactly what happened." The women said.
"I don't know what happened! Ok?! I just came in and she was laying on the floor...and the blood..she's bleeding so much!" Emma cried.
"Ok, you need to find a way to stop the bleeding." The women said.
"How? There's too much!" Emma screamed.
"Find something to wrap around it and apply as much pressure as you can. Make sure its clean and make sure it's dry. The ambulance should be there any minute now. They are only a few blocks away. You just need to slow the bleeding." She continued.
"Apply pressure.." Emma whispered as she dropped the phone on the ground, jumping to her feet she looked around.
The many times she had been in this house, she never had a reason to look for a towel. She ran down the hallway towards the bathroom, spotting a closet right next to the bathroom she swung the door open and was pleased to see the numerous towels folded so neatly inside. She grabbed one of the small towels and ran back to the living room, falling down beside Ellie again she grabbed her bleeding arm and wrapped the towel around it. Grabbing the phone with her one free hand as she placed it to her ear again.
"How far away are they? Please! Tell them to hurry!" Emma cried, she has never felt so afraid in her life, and now knowing that she has another persons life in her hands is only making her that much afraid.
"They're on the street." The women said.
Emma dropped the phone as she heard the familer sound of the ambulance siren in the distance, growing closer and closer with each second. She felt herself finally relaxing as she heard the sound of the siren right out front.
Emma jumped to her feet as she heard the medics banging on the door. She ran for the door as she swung it open with such force she was sure she could have pulled it off the hinges if she really wanted too.
The paramedics pushed past her as they spotted Ellie on the ground. The three men sat down beside her, each holding some big doctors box or..some orange thing Emma's eyes were too blurry with tears for her to really make out much of anything other then shapes and colors.
"What happened?" One of the men asked as he looked up at her.
"I-I don't know. I..I just opened the door and saw her..like that..I.." Emma chocked back another sob.
She stood idly by as she listened to the medics continue on with their doctor mumble jumble. She never understood how they could use all of those terms and not be confused. It must have something to do with the eight years of schooling.
"Excuse me." Two of the medics mumbled as they pushed past her and ran out the door.
Seconds later they emerged with a stretcher, bring it over to where Ellie rested on the ground, the three of them as a team lifted her motionless body onto the stretcher as they made sure she was actually strapped down, not wanting her to fall off.
Emma stepped aside as she watched them rush Ellie back out the door and to the ambulance. She brushed even more tears away as they raised her into the truck. She noticed that there was another medic who was in the drivers seat, he must have just been too lazy to get out and actually help someone.
"Miss." The sound of one of the medic's voices almost startled Emma. She did not realize until then that she was actually lost in her own world of fear.
"Wh-What?" Emma stuttered.
"Are you coming or what?" He asked.
"Coming?" Emma was unsure if she should climb in with them, the thought never really occured to her. But seeing as how she is the only one around, and if she were in a similar situation she would want someone, it wouldn't matter who just SOMEONE to come with her.
"Yeah." Emma said finally as she climbed into the back of the truck.
As soon as she was in, the final paramedic climbed in behind her and slammed the door.
Emma looked down at Ellie's still form. The color had drained from her face and her chest was barely rising, every few seconds Emma was almost posititve that she was not breathing at all. The paramedics continued to do something to Ellie, what they were doing, Emma was unsure but whatever it was, all she could do was hope it was saving her life.
Never in a million years would Emma Nelson find herself sitting in the back of a ambulance praying for someone to save the life of Ellie Nash. It is funny how life works out sometimes.
Emma brushed away the tears that were rolling down her cheek, everything around her was blurry, and all she could hear was the soft voices of the paramedics, listening closly trying to make out at least one word she recognized that would assure her that Ellie was going to make it.
The one word, she has yet to hear.