Hello - this chapter is just in Emily's POV. I wanted to work on it more but turns out I'm not in the best health, so all motivation for this story has been lost. I'm trying though, I really want to finish it. Let me know what you think xx
Emily woke up unable to move. Her eyes fluttered open to a dark room, light under the door barely illuminating it enough for her just see. Her limbs were numb, as if she'd been laying here too long. Heavy, weighed down, her bones felt like concrete, cemented into place.
Where was here anyways?
In a panic, Emily struggled with herself before a twitch in her toes made her grin, as she slowly got movement back, managing to sit up, glancing around the room in what little light she had. The room was bare besides a bed. There looked as though there was once a window now boarded up, but that was it. Reaching to the small bruise on her arm, Emily recalled last nights events. Alison had done this, of course. Alison was the cause of most wrong doings lately.
Just as Emily had the courage to say something, Alison went and ruined things for her, again.
Feeling outraged, Emily went and pulled on the door handle, frowning when it didn't open. Alternating between pushing and pulling the door, Emily looked for a lock on the door. Panic began to rise within her once more until she was shoving herself against the door, bashing against it with her fists in a fit of worry.
"Alison? Let me out. I want to go home!"
There was no response, Emily couldn't hear anything anywhere signalling that Alison was around. Crouching, Emily tried pushing her fingers under the crack, feeling for anything, a key, even a note explaining what was going on.
Giving up, Emily approached the window, squinting to see anything that would be useful in getting her out of here.
All she ended up with was a splinter.
Working her way around the room, Emily felt everything, from wall the floor for something else that would get her out of here, in contact with Alison or anyone else.
"This isn't funny Alison, let me out!" Emily yelled, standing near the door once again, listening for anything. She crouched down to try and peer through the small crack again, the light blinding. Fingers searched to grab something from the other side, nothing in reach like last time, causing Emily's desperation to grow.
"Ali? Alison please, is anyone there?"
Having taken to bashing on the door with her fists and small intervals of silence to listen out for anyone, Emily came to the conclusion that she was alone.
Alison. She was going to kill her, or break up with her, seeing how that was what the blonde would find worse between the two options.
What really hurt, was how Emily had the chance to be safe and tucked away from Alison, under her friends watchful gazes, and she'd turned it down in favour of protecting her girlfriend.
"I want to go home." Emily whispered to no one, crouched beside the door now. From this perspective, Emily could make out the bed in the middle of the room, a double with a couple of pillows and a duvet.
Standing, making her way back into bed, under the covers, Emily wracked her brain for idea until she was left with tears covering her cheeks, still wearing Spencer's borrowed pyjamas, wishing someone was here to get her out.
Her bladder hurt. Waking up again, standing near the door as she clenched her legs, Emily took to using her fist to alert someone.
"Please, Alison if you're there, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please let me out, I only need the bathroom. Please."
"I promise I'll come straight back in here, I won't ask for anything just please, let me go to the toilet, I'll be quick."
"Alison! Alison this isn't funny, Ali, Ali please."
Emily pleaded several times, calling out for someone who wasn't there, who wouldn't answer. Almost jumping on the spot, squirming with need it was all useless as she came to a pause, warmth spreading down her legs, pants clinging to her legs, a puddle forming on the floor. Sobbing, Emily contemplated taking them off, however if whoever brought her here came back before Alison, she didn't want to be caught half naked. She sat in her urine soaked pants beside the door, crying with shame.
Hunger came next. Her stomach was growling, louder and louder it rung in the room. Maybe it was all in her head, Emily didn't know anymore. Either way it was loud and Emily was in pain.
Emily had sat on the floor beside the bed, hoping to dry herself a little before she could slink back under the covers. Pressing on her stomach, willing it to go away, betting Alison would be back soon and this would all be explained. For now, the pain was nothing, manageable even. Emily could do this.
She would do this.
It happened again. The light had gone, plummeting Emily into complete darkness. Emily couldn't help it this time either, clenching too tightly it hurt as she sat in bed, not knowing what to do or where to go. She could wait till morning. Emily just had to wait till morning.
But her bladder couldn't.
The sheet under her was wet instantly, too tired and hungry to be disgusted, Emily rolled over, as if to embrace the warmth, thankful she could finally relax now that the tightness was gone.
She was tired. Emily supposed it came with not having anything to eat or drink. She was dehydrated, starving.
Was Alison trying to break her?
It wouldn't work.
Emily wouldn't let it work.
Emily missed her. Alison that was, but Hanna as well, and Spencer, Aria too. Even Paige was on the list of people she'd rather be with than here. Her parents were high up on the list, her fathers voice echoing in her ear. She wanted to hug him tightly, be protected by someone she trusted, someone who wouldn't let her down. Emily managed a smile at that as her eyes fluttered closed again. She missed the light more, as it dimmed under the door, wondering how long she'd been here.
"I miss my parents. I miss swimming. I miss the water. I miss my room at home and home itself. I miss showers. I miss reading. I miss movies." Things she'd see and do again, to remember them more than this moment right here.
It all became a blur. The light would come and go, come and go until Emily lost count. She licked her cracked lips, her pants sticking to her legs so tightly in some places it hurt to move. She closed her eyes again thinking of her mother, she could see her now, opening the door, the white light blinding her even with her eyes closed, warm arms wrapping around her, her voice.
"Emily? Emily I took it too far oh god I'm sorry, baby, can you hear me, come on. I just wanted you to learn, I'm sorry."
"Small sips, that's it. You'll feel better soon. I promise. Good girl, rest now Em, I'll get you cleaned up."
"Small bites, that's it god you're so thin, I miss your curves Em I'm sorry I did this to you. I was so angry, you weren't the one to take it out on."
"Open your eyes, hey, there's my girl."