"W-What do you mean?"
"Reid, let's just go for a walk," Emilie said calmly.
"No. Sit down," Reid replied, being extremely assertive for once in his young life.
Spare me your judgments and spare me your dreams
Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams
I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind
So they sat on the blood stained floor, and said nothing. Reid's mind was racing. Emilie was speaking to him. The blood was there, so he didn't imagine the entire thing. Was he insane? Was Emilie some kind of ghost?
"A-Are you dead?"
His phone started ringing again but he ignored it. Emilie blinked, looking straight into his eyes. Her own eyes looked sad.
Alone in the wind and the rain you left me
It's getting dark darling, too dark to see
And I'm on my knees, and your faith in shreds, it seems
"Reid, I came back to help you. You still feel guilty."
It was true. No matter how many times Morgan or anyone else said it wasn't his fault, he felt guilty anyway. Maybe if he had waited, or distracted Corey, Emilie could've called JJ and no one had to die!
"But it is my fault!" Reid protested, tears rolling quickly down his cheeks. He felt ashamed for just sitting there.
"Spencer, were you the one to literally kill me?"
"No but-," he began.
"Exactly," Emilie interrupted. "Corey did that. You did nothing Reid, you were kidnapped. I should've called JJ earlier."
Reid wondered if he was finally going crazy. His mother had schizophrenia. Reid had always feared he'd get it. Now he was starting to think he had it. He was seeing things that weren't there, it was a classic symptom. Maybe he'd have to join his mother at that hospital he had to send her to when he was eighteen?
Corrupted by the simple sniff of riches blown
I know you have felt much more love than you've shown
And I'm on my knees and the water creeps to my chest
"Emilie, Corey controlled you for most of your life. Actually, he controlled you for all of it! How could you possibly know any better?"
"But I loved Corey. And he loved me too, no matter how mentally ill he was," she smiled sadly. "You love your mother don't you?"
"Yes, of course. What does she have to do with it?"
"Well you love her even if she has a mental illness. She's family. It's natural sometimes."
Reid nodded.
But plant your hope with good seeds
Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds
Rain down, rain down on me
Emilie was right. He loved his mother, even though she can't help her mental state. Corey had tablets. It had been his choice not to take them. He truly believed that the government had plans and wanted to kill him.
"I understand… Do you think I'm going crazy Emilie?" Reid asked, his voice strained, eyes on the ground below them.
"Not at all," she smiled. "I think you're a hero."
"A hero?" he laughed sarcastically, looking up at her. He gulped a little at the serious expression on her and nervously looked down at the floor.
"Yes. I think you're my very own hero Spence. You saved my life."
She giggled a little, and Reid looked up, startled. He'd been avoiding her gaze, but when he looked at her then she seemed so certain that he was a hero. In fact, she was praising him for letting her die! He didn't save her life, he helped end it.
Look over your hills and be still
The sky above us shoots to kill
Rain down, rain down on me
"Just remember Reid. I'm sorry for everything Corey did. Really, I am. I should've done something about it but I couldn't. He was my brother, and he couldn't really do anything wrong in my eyes. Do you forgive me?"
But I will hold on
I will hold on hope
Emilie hugged him tightly, so tight that Reid was certain she was real. She was alive, and she had a heartbeat, she just had too.
"Of course Emilie…I was never mad at you," Reid said quietly, suddenly nervous.
I begged you to hear me, there's more than flesh and bones
Let the dead bury the dead, they will come out in droves
But take the spade from my hands and fill in the holes you've made
"Bye Reid," she smiled, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. The sound of a door slamming brought him out of his daydream, where he'd been wondering if he had schizophrenia.
"Kid!" Morgan said, running in and kneeling next to him.
"Morgan, Emilie…she's right-," he began, turning to point and show him Emilie but she was gone. He sighed. That was it, he was mental. 'Someone get me a straitjacket,' he thought.
"Reid, Emilie died weeks ago. You know that now," Morgan said calmly, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"But I saw her Morgan!" Reid yelled back. Morgan actually jumped a little, since in all the time he knew Reid, Reid had never risen his voice at anyone. He just too timid to do something like that.
"Reid…I know why you think you can see Emilie. I'm startin' to think you have post traumatic stress, kid," Morgan said finally.
But plant your hope with good seeds
Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds
Rain down, rain down on me
Okay, before anyone says anything, I looked up that disorder, and don't know a whole lot about it but I do know you can hallucinate and a few other things. And this is the only way it made sense so woop! :D I think the next chapter will be the last though :S 'Cause there's nothing more to do, is there?
Btw, the song is "Thistle & Weeds" by Mumford & Sons. I love that band! Haha 3
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