Well I've committed myself to this fanfic so you might as well beware of everything that's going to happen. Hopefully nothing is too bad quality, and critique is always appreciated.
Anyways, who's excited for the new season of Degrassi? I am! And I am so happy that The-N is now 24/7. Now, let's just hope that my mom doesn't cut that channel like she did with The CW. No more Gossip Girl for me, well the non-lagging kind anyway. Enough with my blabbering. Enjoy!
Pt.9 What?
Emma didn't know what just happened. She didn't care though, because it felt good, better than anything she's ever felt before. Just feeling was a miracle in itself, or so she thought. Now Craig was in her room, pacing back and forth and glancing occasionally at Emma's wrists. But Emma didn't care. She had felt good, even if for a split second, and even Craig couldn't take that away from her.
"Emma." Craig had stopped pacing and was now looking at the cut on Emma's wrist. He was so furious with Ellie. He couldn't believe that she'd help Emma hurt herself, but he was even more furious with himself. How could he let Emma do that to herself. He could have stopped her if only he didn't kiss her. If only…
"Craig, I'm fine." Emma said over and over. She felt a bit giddy, as if she had just drank a flute of champagne, and it felt good. She wondered why she couldn't always feel like this. This was nice, nicer than anything she'd been feeling all week, though that wasn't much. Craig was just being super parental. It was annoying, but Emma decided that fussing over her was cute. She smiled at him, but didn't get the response she wanted. Craig just frowned at the cut and sighed.
"Don't do this again okay?" Craig examined the cut closer and Emma took her hand back, feeling a bit uncomfortable. She didn't really like it when Craig was so concentrated on one thing, especially if that thing was a cut on her wrist.
"I won't, I promise." And then it was back. The smile that she plastered on her face every morning before going to school. "Come on, it's the weekend. Let's go do something fun." Craig smiled at this. The old Emma seemed to be back, and he couldn't argue with a combination of something fun and Emma.
"Well then, let's go."
Emma opened the door to the fitting room and stared. It was an empty stare, one that wasn't meant to be empty. It was supposed to be filled with rage and anger, but instead, it was empty. Peter looked straight at her and smirked. He then reached for the handle and Emma flinched when he reached it. Then he winked at her and closed the door, sending shivers up and down her spine. He was hot right? And this was her night. Her night to enjoy and no one to tell her that she needed to be home by midnight.
"Let's not go to the mall." Emma was drenched in a cold sweat and Craig decided not to question her. She still hadn't told him the whole thing, and he knew that he had to give her time. He just didn't know how much time to give her, and he was getting kind of worried that if she didn't tell him soon, she'd do something that she'd regret.
"Where do you want to go then? I'm up for anywhere." Emma pressed her forehead against the glass window. She didn't really care actually. Her high had dwindled into nothing and again, she just felt like an empty void. She hated that most, and she really wanted to cut again, but she promised Craig and she knew Ellie wouldn't help her do it again.
"Let's go get something to eat. I'm kind of hungry." Craig smiled. He knew exactly where to take her.