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Pt.8 Human

You know what Simon Says; He tells you what to do. What if he told you to take off all your clothes and dance in your birthday suit?

Emma woke up to find Craig on the floor in a Barbie sleeping bag that she used to use in the third grade. It was a funny sight and Emma heard a chuckle escape out of her, and then she was sprawled on her bed laughing until her stomach tugged to stop. It felt so good to laugh again. Craig woke up to something he never thought he'd heard again. Emma's laughter. He sat up and smiled at her. Her blanket was tangled with her body and her fragile body shook with her laughter. She had tears coming out of her eyes, but he knew that they were good tears. Sweet tears, that he'd yearn to taste for a long, long time. Emma sat up after she stopped laughing. She was suddenly hungry from laughing so hard, and when she glanced over her shoulder to find her slippers, she found Craig instead. He gave her that crooked smile he had but his eyes yearned for her. She knew then exactly how he felt and patted the empty spot on her bed. He stood up and took a seat next to her, and then they kissed.

His rough, sweaty hands were all over her. "Stop, please." They wouldn't stop. Why wouldn't they stop? "Stop." His hands covered her mouth, hard. He was biting her, all over. Then his lips were on hers, his teeth. Biting. Everything. Nothing.

"Emma! Emma, what's wrong?" All Craig had done was kiss her. Once. That was it. Emma had crumbled under his embrace, crying hysterically. He knew what was wrong. But he needed to hear it from her. He needed her to say it to him so that she would slowly get over it. She had to. He knew she could do it. She just had to figure it out... right? Emma didn't want to talk though. She wanted this to go away, and she knew the best way to do it. She knew she had to go away.

Paige opened the door to find Emma. "Hi hun." She said a bit confused. "Why don't you come in?"

"Um, I just wanted you to know if Ellie was here."

"Sure, hun. Come on in." Emma stepped into the apartment shared by Paige, Marco, Ellie, and Dylan. It was messy but it was cozy, and lived in. And it was warm. Emma took a seat on the couch, and as soon as she did, Ellie came down the stairs.

"Hey Emma. So what's up?"

"Um, could we go to your room and talk?" Ellie looked at Marco and he shrugged.

"Sure, whatever works for you." Ellie led Emma up the stairs and locked the door behind her. Ellie's desk had papers askew and a bunch of binders and a bunch of mugs, half full with old coffee from who knows when. Her bed was unmade and looked like it hadn't been made in forever, and on her nightstand was just the thing that Emma had came here for. The compass.

"Hey Ellie," Emma started. "Do you still use this?" She held up the compass and examined it.

"Um..." Ellie hesitated not knowing what Emma's real goal was. "Emma, why are you here in my room?" Emma sighed, realizing Ellie wasn't as dense as people in the movies would be, and that this wasn't going to be as easy as she thought.

"Ellie, I can't feel anything anymore. I want to cut. I want to feel myself, even if it hurts." Ellie sighed, not surprised at all. She had heard the rumors about Peter and Emma, but she didn't think they were actually true. Stupid her.

"Emma. You don't want to do this. If you start-"

"I just want to do this once, please?" Ellie sighed and wondered if she should actually be helping Emma do this. It wouldn't be helping her, but she trusted Emma to do this once and only once. And she knew that Emma wasn't strong enough to do this on her own. She would need Ellie every time until she could do this on her own, and Ellie wouldn't let her do that.

"Follow me."

Emma looked at Ellie dumbstruck. Ellie just shrugged and pulled open a drawer, taking rubbing alcohol, a towel, and a blade from a letter opener. She then went into the bathroom and leaned over the sink. She then took Emma's arm and looked at her one more time. Emma was looking at her arm though, comparing it to Ellie's. It was so clean, so untarnished. Ellie knew this look. It was one that she had every time she cut. She took Emma's wrist pressed the blade against her wrist. Emma never looked away from her arm, feeling, for the first time ever since that night. Pain.