Title: Reality
Summary: After the shooting Emma runs away, and takes an old flame with her. (This is after TSS, and before BIB)
Disclaimer: I don't own a gosh darned thing.
Chapter One
I am the worst person ever. How could I have done what I did? I'm not even sure what it was, but I made Rick want to kill me. To erase me from the face of the earth.
He should have done it. I deserved it. If it wasn't for me Rick would still be alive and Jimmy wouldn't be in the hospital. He could die because of me. It should be me.
"Emma are you down here?" My mom said as she walked down the stairs to my room.
"Yeah." Was all I said as I quickly hid my journal behind my back.
"Okay, I have to take Snake to the hospital, for a check up. You need some new clothes. Here, get something." My mom said and handed me a hundred dollar bill.
"It's too much." I said and started to hand it back to her.
"Not really. It's pretty much for the past five months. Now go get some new clothes." She said and then walked back up the stairs.
I pulled my journal out from behind my back. I needed to finish the entry I had started.
It should be me. I should be dead. It would be better that way. But I'm not. If only I could just make it all simple and just erase myself.
Oh well, I have to go buy clothes. Exactly what I don't want to do. But I must.
I put my pen down and closed my journal. I couldn't let anyone know what I wrote. So I hid it between my mattresses of my bed.
Once I had done this, I grabbed my coat and climbed out my window. I didn't feel like facing my mom or Snake. They hadn't left yet, and it would be too weird to face them both at the same time.