ALL RIGHTS GO TO MARLENE KING
There is going to be a lot of flashbacks in this chapter :)
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Love has no age, no limit; and no death. - John Galsworthy
Chapter 13: What's Worse Than Death?
Emily's POV:
I wake up to the sound of Ali's quiet whimpers escaping from her mouth. She's having another nightmare. It pains me to actually know that she's most likely dreaming about that event.
I press my lips gently on hers, trying to wake her up easily.
"It's okay, I'm here, you're safe." I whisper into her ear. I think for once it actually works because as soon as she hears my voice she starts whimpering slightly less.
"I love you Alison, I'll keep you safe." Ali suddenly stops whimpering and opens her eyes slowly.
"Emily?" She says, clearly confused.
"Hey baby." I coo, brushing a strand of hair away from her angelic face.
"What time is it?" She asks, rubbing her eyes.
I reach over for my phone and I jump up in surprise. "Shit! It's 7:53, we're going to be late!"
"Can't we stay home today?" Ali groans into the pillow.
"I wish but we can't, we've already missed way to much school." I say, and Ali rolls out of bed.
"Where are you going?" I ask her.
"I'm taking a quick shower." She smiles flirty at me and I almost faint.
"Okay." I reply, getting my books packed.
"So are you." Ali say coyly and I almost fall over.
"Okay." I smirk at her, taking off my shirt and following her into the bathroom.
Ali and I bolt into Ezra's class, almost tripping over each other in the process. The girls stare at us with amused expressions and I role my eyes at them.
"I'm sorry that we're late Mr. Fitz." I say as we quickly walk over to the back of the class room, Ali sitting in front of me
"Uh, just don't make a habit out of it." Ezra says and continues his lesson about How to Kill a Mocking Bird.
I wasn't exactly paying attention to Ezra's lecture, honestly, I wasn't even sure what this book was about. As I stare in the back of Ali's neck, I remember the day when I met her. I was sitting in the far back and she was sitting in front of me.
- Flashback -
I would be lying if I said that I'm not completely nervous about entering this completely foreign building of a high school, Rosewood High School.
"So your first class is English with Ms. Jones, it's right over here." Principle Hacket says as he opens up a metal blue door to the classroom.
I'm what some would call shy, I don't really like to stand out, I like to keep to myself and for the most it's been working for me. So when I step into this classroom, all the unfamiliar faces staring at me, I'm debating wether or not to run.
I tare my eyes away from the floor and up towards the room of students again, they don't exactly seem to interested in my presence, well all except for this one girl. She was eyeing me with narrowed eyes, almost as if she was looking me over, checking to see if I was worthy enough of her glare. She was already intimidating, I should stay away from her.
"Class this is your new student, Emily Fields, she just moved here from Connecticut." Principle Hacket says, motioning towards me.
"Hello Emily I'm Ms. Jones, you can take a seat in the back." I nod my head and quickly walk over to the back row. I place my books neatly out on my desk.
"Okay everyone, pair up. I want you now too discuss Great Expectations from what you have gathered from it so far, as this is what we will be reading now." Ms. Jones said. I let out a sigh of relief, in my old school we had just finished reading this so I know what I'm doing.
The girl who was glaring at me before turned around so that she was facing me and smirked devilishly at me. Her long curly blonde hair flowed easily over her shoulders, her ice blue eyes piercing into mine, making me even more intimidated by her. She was wearing a white sun flower dress with a cute bracelet. She was very pretty.
"I'm Alison." She says, her voice loaded with confidence, as if her name was superior than any others.
"E-Emily." Why do I always stutter when I'm nervous?
"You're the shy type, aren't you?" Alison says, eyeing me up and down like a piece of meat.
"I don't really like being the center of attention." I admit, looking down at the Charles Dickens book in my hands.
Alison smirks at me once again before picking her book up.
"I hate this book, it's so old." Alison complains, flicking roughly threw the pages.
"I don't really hate it, I find it interesting how that even when Estella treated him coldly and contemptuously, he still feel in love with her. After Miss Havisham helps him become a common labor in his family's business, he is forced to leave but he goes back to London to become a proper gentlemen to win her heart but when he gets back to her, Estella is kinder and they walk away hand in hand, forever loving each other. I think it shows that you can fall in love with anyone, no matter what there personalities are." I babble on, embarrassed at how much I spoke.
Alison looks at me curiously, as if I was some strange creature she was trying to figure out. Alison shoots me a small smile before picking up her book again.
"You might have just convinced me to read it. Good job Em." Alison says, winking at me. The fact that she called me by my nickname that I haven't even told her yet made my heart do a summersault. I smile politely back at her.
"Emily and Alison, are you discussing the book?" Ms. Jones ask and everyone turns towards us. I duck my head slightly but Alison only raises hers.
"Of course." Alison says confidently, glaring at a few boys who were lingering their eyes on us and they immediately turned around.
"How about you sit with me and my friends at lunch?" Alison asks, licking her lips. Her pink plump lip-
"Uh- Sure." I reply, trying to pry my thoughts away from her beautiful face, golden hair, ocean blue eyes-
STOP IT EMILY!
The bell interrupted my unacceptable thoughts and I quickly stood up from my chair, following Alison out to the corridor, everyone practically made a path for her. Perks of being the queen bee I guess.
"See you later, Em." Alison says walking away from me.
When lunch had finally I arrived, I was longing for her presence again, something just made it seem impossible to stay away from her.
"Em!" Alison calls out from the middle of the cafeteria. A lot of the students quiet down and stare at me with wide eyes as I rush over to her table. There were three other girls there, they all stared at me in shock, like it was right next to a miracle that Alison would be talking to me, let alone invite me over here.
"Guys, this is Emily." Alison says, introducing me to her friends.
"Hi." I say nervously, sitting down on the empty spot in front of Alison.
"Hi." All of the girls reply at the same time.
"This is Spencer." Alison says motioning to the girl sitting next to her. She had long brown hair, a plaid field hockey skirt and her eyes practically swallowing an AP chemistry book.
"Aria." Alison points to the girl sitting next to me, she had dark brown hair with a few pink streaks in it, she had some funky animal print sweater with a salad stacked in front of her.
"Hanna." Alison nods her head sideways to the blonde girl sitting next to her. She had very pink clothes on and a long skirt, she smiled kindly at me and I instantly liked her.
"When did you guys meet?" Spencer asks, tearing her eyes away from her book.
"She's in my english class, Jones got us to read this book and Emily actually got me interested in it." Alison says smirking at me.
"You got Ali interested in a book? Wow, good job." Spencer jokes and Alison roles her eyes at her.
"Ali?" I didn't know she had a nickname, but I like it.
"That's what people call me, well, those who are allowed to." Alison says and I instantly look down at my food tray.
"Don't worry, you're one of them." Alison- I mean, Ali winks at me and pops a piece of lettuce into her mouth.
Ali's friends stare at us with confused expressions, as if this is some weird illusion they are all witnessing.
When school ends I see Ali walking towards me, her heals clicking to the panel floor in a rhythmic sound.
"Want to walk me home?" Ali says, twirling a piece of my hair that had fallen out of my ponytail and I swear I forgot how to breath. What is wrong with me?
"S-sure." I stutter and quickly stuff my books into my bag, following her out of the building.
When we are walking in the corridor I feel a lot more eyes on me than in the morning, I guess that since this time I'm with Ali, it's more of a big deal.
Thankfully Ali and I actually live relatively close to each other, so it wasn't that much of a extra walk for me.
After laughing about a couple of jokes that we passed in between us she puts her small arm around my shoulder, bringing me closer to her. I can smell her vanilla perfume and it's completely intoxicating.
"Planning on joining any school curriculums?" Ali asks, popping her bubble gum.
"I think I'm going to try out for the swim team, I was in it in Connecticut." I reply.
"If you make it I'll be there to cheer you on." Ali says winking at me and I have to clutch my bad tightly in order to not fall down.
"You're different, Em." Ali says, smiling at me.
"Different?"
"Good different." Ali confirms and stops outside of a large house.
"This is where I live, I'll see you tomorrow." Ali says, giving me a quick hug.
"Bye." I whisper out, staring at her in ave as she skips into her house, leaving me standing outside utterly breathless and frankly, very confused.
I pull myself back to reality when the bell finally rings and we walk out of the classroom.
Alison's POV:
I wave goodbye to the girls as I walk into my next class, physics with Mr. Johnson. This Is the only class I have with none of the girls, it's completely boring.
I almost fall asleep when Mr. Johnson starts talking about a test coming up but then my phone rings.
"Ms. DiLaurentis, phones off." He barks and I role my eyes at him.
I manage to get a glimpse of the text before I put it down and I almost pass out.
Tsk, tsk Alison. What happens if the police finds out were you were? - A
Holy shit. If the police finds out where I really was those two years I could be going to prison for lying for a cop about a lot of stuff. The rest of the lesion I could barely concentrate and every little sound I heard, I jumped.
When school finally ended I met up with Emily and the other girls by their lockers. Emily opened up her locker and out literally flew a knife. The knife was attached to a string and it almost stabbed her in the face. My breath caught in my throat and gripped my bag for support.
"Oh my god!" Spencer shouts, quickly taking the knife away from the string. Emily just stares in shock, breathing uneasily.
"Em, are you okay?" I ask, rubbing her arm soothingly.
"Yeah, but who the hell put that there?" Emily says, slowly closing her locker.
My phone went of in my hand and the girls all stared at me.
Tell anyone about this and I'll make sure that next time the knife won't be attached to a string. - A
"Uh, it's Jason, he got back today so I should probably go." I reach over and give Emily a quick but sincere hug before walking away.
"Ali!" I hear Emily shout but I just keep on walking.
I've been locket up in my room for about four hours now, anxiously waiting for another text. I can't tell the girls, I have to keep them safe, keep Emily safe.
I throw my head back down on my pillow. I remember how it used to be, no problems in this word. I remember the first time Emily stepped into Ms. Jones classroom, how she looked incredibly nervous and shy, I wonder if she would still be shy if it weren't for A? I close my eyes, remembering that day like it was yesterday.
-Flashback-
"Do any of you relate to Pip's decisions? Would you have done the same?" Ms. Jones blabbered on. Does she ever stop talking?
The door suddenly flung open and there came Hacket with a brown haired girl, but I could barely see her, she was practically hiding behind him. What a loser.
"Class this is your new student, Emily Fields, she just moved here from Connecticut." Emily finally stepped away from Hacket.
"Hello Emily I'm Ms. Jones, you can take a seat in the back." Ms. Jones says and Emily quickly rushes down to sit behind me.
"Okay everyone, pair up. I want you too discuss Great Expectations from what you have gathered from it so far, as this is what we will be reading now." Ms Jones said and I let out a dramatic sigh.
I turn around towards Emily and I'm actually taken back of how unordinary she looks. She is actually pretty. She had long brown hair in a neat ponytail with warm brown eyes.
"I'm Alison." I state, making sure that she knows that I'm superior at this school.
"E-Emily." So she's a stutterer.
"You're the shy type, aren't you?" I tease, raking my eyes over her again, she could be a great addition to our group.
"I don't really like being the center of attention." She says, looking down at the book in her hands. Good, so she's not a threat.
I smirk at her and pick up my book.
"I hate this book, it's so old." I lie, flicking through the pages. This is actually one of my favorite books, I don't know how many times I've read it, but no one can know that.
"I don't really hate it, I find it interesting how that even when Estella treated him coldly and contemptuously, he still feel in love with her. After Miss Havisham helps him become a common labor in his family's business, he is forced to leave but he goes back to London to become a proper gentlemen to win her heart but when he gets back to her, Estella is kinder and they walk away hand in hand, forever loving each other. I think it shows that you can fall in love with anyone, no matter what there personalities are." Emily says confidently.
There is just something about this girl that's- intriguing. She's different from others.
"You might have just convinced me to read it. Good job Em." I say, winking at her. I decided to add in the nickname, if she really was going to be my friend I should have a nickname for her. Emily flashes me a warm smile, I guess she likes the nickname too.
"Emily and Alison, are you discussing the book?" Ms. Jones asks and every damn student turns around, don't they have anything better to do than look at us? Clearly not.
"Of course." I snap back. That Ben kid and some of his friends were lingering their eyes on Emily for a little too long, so I glared at them. I won't let them steal my soon-to-be friend away. When they noticed my glare they immediately turn around. Good.
"How about you sit with me and my friends at lunch?" I tell her.
"Uh- sure." Emily answers. I notice her eyes lingering a little bit too long on my face and I smirk deviously at her.
The bell rings and I stand up from my chair, everyone else making a path for me so I can get through. I'll never get tired of this.
"See you later, Em." I say maybe a little to flirty, but I can't help it, it's in my nature.
I haven't told the girls about Emily yet, I'm waiting for them to meet her, I know that they'll love her. When I finally see her in the cafeteria I wave at her to come over.
"Em!" I call out and a lot of the loser students glare at her in envy as she made her way towards me. The girls all stared at me with wide eyes but I just laughed.
"Guys, this is Emily." I say, pointing towards the brown haired girl in front of me.
"Hi." Emily says nervously and sits down in front of me.
"Hi." The girls all respond back.
"This is Spencer." I motion towards Spencer's direction.
"Aria." I point to Aria who was sitting next to Emily.
"Hanna." I nod my head towards her and she smiles brightly at Emily. At least Hanna likes her.
"When did you guys meet?" Spencer asks, looking up from her book.
"She's in my english class, Jones got us to read and Emily actually got me interested in it." I half lie, I was already interested in it but Emily got me even more interested in it, if that was even possible.
"You got Ali interested in a book? Wow, good job." Spencer jokes and I role my eyes at her. If only you knew.
"Ali?" I guess I forgot to mention that I also have a nickname.
"That's what people call me, well, those who are allowed to." I say, trying to purposely make her a bit uncomfortable but oddly I didn't enjoy it as much as I thought I would.
"Don't worry, you're one of them." I wink at her while the girls stare at us in disbelief.
When school finally ended I spot Emily by her locker so I made my way over there.
"Want to walk me home?" I ask, twirling a piece of her silky hair around my finger. I have only known her for one day but I can already read her like a book.
"S-sure." She stutters cutely and we walk out of the building.
When we are getting close to my house I purposely wrap my arm around her shoulder, bringing her closer to me. It's nice to finally feel another warm human, I don't exactly get that much affection from my family. It's weird, it's like Emily's kind heart radiates onto others because I instantly felt.. Happier.
"Planning on joining any school curriculums?" I ask, blowing out my gum.
"I think I'm going to try out for the swim team, I was in it in Connecticut." Emily replies.
"If you make it I'll be there to cheer you on." I wink at her and she laughs easily. It's a soothing kind of laugh.
"You're different, Em." I say, completely meaning it.
"Different?" She questions skeptically.
"Good different." I confirm. I've known her one day but I can already tell that she's going to be my best friend, I feel like I can be myself around her.
"This is where I live, I'll see you tomorrow." I say, giving her a quick hug before walking into my house.
"Bye." I hear Emily whisper in the distance and I smile at myself. Emily's a keeper.
My head tilts to the side and I catch a peek of my old diary. After I returned to Rosewood Emily had given me it, it was apparently the only one left.
I reach over and grab it, remembering thinking how no one would ever get a hold of the juicy secrets lying inside of here. I was completely wrong.
I flip through the pages and I stop at a familiar one, it was the one I wrote the day Emily kissed me in the library.
Girl Crush
So GC kissed me today, I shouldn't be too surprised. I'm kind of glad that she did (but not for those reasons) but now she can finally admit to herself what she is. Who she is.
I could also take advantage of this situation. GC clearly has feelings for me and that means that I have GC tightly rapped around my fingers, I know now that she will do anything I ask her to do.
I would be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy the kiss, but a kiss is just a kiss plus it was just for practice anyways. I have to set GC straight though (not literally) and tell her that the kiss was just that, for practice, and that I have no intentions on continuing where we left off.
I just hope GC doesn't take this too personally, she is my favorite after all.
I push the book off my lap in disgust. How could I have been so cruel to her? She must have hated me after I said that in the locker room. I miss her so much even though it's only been a few hours. I fall back down on my bed, closing my eyes. After minutes of complete silence my phone went off and I almost feel off my bed.
Want to finally end this? Meet me at the cemetery alone in 8 minutes or you have to say goodbye to one of your friends. - A
I want nothing more than to end this but what will A do with me? Instead of worrying about myself and the outcomes I quickly grab a small knife and place it in my purse and get into my car. If I have to I'll kill A I will, they don't deserve to live anymore.
When I finally arrive outside of the cemetery it's completely dark, the grave stones are barely visible to the human eye.
I take a step deeper into the cemetery. I hate it here, this is where my mother is. I swallow back tears and keep on walking deeper in.
"Are you here?" I yell out, tired of trying to play hide and seek.
"I'm right here." A robot like voice announced from behind me. I quickly turn around, holding my purse tightly incase I would have to defend myself.
"What do you want, leave us alone!" I yell, clutching my purse even tighter.
"I want you gone!" A yells back. The voice wasn't familiar, it was like someone had put an audio effect on it.
I quickly turned my heal and ran towards the wood. My heart is pounding quickly against my ears but the adrenaline keeps me running. I hear A's footsteps quicken up with mine and I try to push my legs farther to the braking point but all of the sudden I feel my arms being pulled backwards forcefully.
I practically fly backwards until I feel excruciating pain ripple through my body and a loud crack erupting inside my head. I feel myself being suffocated by darkness but I try to claw myself out but there is no use. I keep on getting pushed and pushed farther into the darkness, my air supply being pumped out of my chest as my body effortlessly sinks into the deep black hole that's sulking up my body. Emily's face, memories of my friends and memories of my family flashes before my eyes.
This is what dying feels like.