A/N: This is the last chapter! Thank you to all who have read and reviewed this (and those who read and didn't review)! I'm glad I was able to share this dark satire and doesn't it kind of make you think about Erik? Lol. Oh, and the years and Emmy's age isn't a mistake. She was a junior when it all went down and she spent a year at home before transferring to Willow. I wanted to say that in case there was any confusion. Thank you Halley for an awesome job and always asking "What's going to happen? I want those chapters now!" HOO-HAH!
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Confessions IV
That was my story. For thirteen years I kept myself hidden, hoping that maybe one day I might enter the light.
But that will never come to be.
There's too much guilt, too much fear, and too much pain to forget all that transpired. I am thirty-years-old and I still become frighten of the shadows. I know he's out there, waiting in his dark temple for me. But I will not leave. Not ever again. Here I am safe. I am loved and I am free.
In the end that was all that mattered.
Security has become very special to me. Though most take it for granted, I never do. Had it not been for Dr. Stanton and the staff of Willow Hospital I would have no where else to go.
I do love my parents. I do. And despite their countless wishes to see home and starting over, I know that it would be impossible.
More accurate… improbable.
It was my obsession, my wish that drove me to my fate. I must accept that.
I am cursed with the nightmares that continue to plague me. Nightmares of that night… I can never forget the screams of the dying and wounded, the scent of blood, and the mourns of the survived.
I can never forget.
Never.
"Miss Sawyer?"
I looked up to see the aging face of Anne, the nurse I was introduced to on my first visit to Willow. The wrinkles around her thin red lips stretched as she stepped into my room.
"Emmy, you have a visitor."
I stood up and began following her into the guest lounge. Very seldom do I permit anyone from seeing me, except my parents. Once I was graced with the bulging pregnant belly of Sarah Michaels and never again had I wanted to see her. She has Trey. I did not need her to remind me.
Anne left me as I walked into the private room. I am not among the terminal mental ill and so any visits I receive are not supervised. It was some normalcy I have and cherished.
I sat down on the cushioned chair, waiting for who had to be my parents. The annual check-up was due and I knew they would probably try to change my mind about staying. Time and time again I told them how I wouldn't leave and I have no future desire in doing so.
My visitor plopped in the seat across from me and as I lifted my head to greet them—
"Hello Amelia," the silken voice purred.
No…I thought, my jaw falling in disbelief, my stomach churning.
"It's been awhile but I missed you."
He winked, the gleaming white mask sticking out from his hood.
"I told you before. It's never over."
Finding my voice, my scream died off as Erik reached out…
The End
Okay, so I lied about the last cliffy. But, you have to admit it fits.