"What?" Jason asked. He looked from me to Eve then back again, a bewildered look on his face. "What're you talking about?"
I didn't asnwer. Eve did. "Why do you think she came here last night?" Eve asked, momentarily glaring at her brother. "You didn't even ask."
"How was I supposed to know that?" He asked angrily. "All I knew was that she was busy locking lips with Richard. I didn't want to know why she came to see me."
Suddenly Eve turned to face me. "You were kissing Richard?" She said, looking shocked. "I did not see that one coming."
"Neither did I." Jason angrily said.
"That's really besides the point right now." Eve said, cutting me off before I could retort. "Someone is trying to get to Emma. Almost did."
"But got to ... my... my mom instead." I said quietly. "It's all my fault she's dead."
"No, it's not. But we're going to find out who's fault it is." Eve said quickly.
I didnt' feel like finding out who did this. All I felt like doing was going back to New York. To our beautiful appartment, before mom ever met Darrel and got pregnant and moved us to this horrible town.
Things could never go back to that. Ever. Even if Darrel was out of the picture, mom was still... gone. She'd never come back. Neither would my normal life.
My head started to spin and my body felt shaky. I slowly leaned over and put my head on the couch. My eyes closed and I stopped listening to what was going on around me. I stopped feeling what was around me.
I was completely withdrawn from everything, including myself.
When the outside world is gone, nothing matters anymore. Not your dead parents, your friends, your house. Even your life. It's peaceful. Almost like sleeping, yet you were aware of everything and nothing at all.
Just when I was starting to think that this was something like what dying would be like, I heard voices. Or a voice. Who knows. I didn't want to hear anything. I just wanted to be alone in my little peaceful state where nothing could touch me.
Yet something did touch me. I felt it. I didn't want that. I pushed away the thing touching me but then the contact with whatever it was bothered me too.
I didn't want to go back to the world. Yet I had no choice. Slowly my eyes opened. The brightness of everything around me overwhelmed my senses. I closed them again, then blinked them back open.
Jason. Jason was waking me up.
"Emma, are you okay?" He asked frantically.
"Mmmm." I mummbled. " 's fine. I'm okay."
"Eve!" He shouted. "She's awake!"
"What happened?" I asked.
"I think you passed out." He said quietly. "It was freaky. One minute you were there and the next it was like you were sleeping, but you were barely breathing. We've been trying to wake you for about an hour now."
An hour? It felt like minutes, but also like years. My back ached.
"She probably needs sugar!" Eve called. "But you don't have anything, Jason. How do you live like this?"
"I'm okay." I said again, but more firmly this time. "I just... want to sleep."
"Alright. We'll bring you upstairs and Eve can go out and get you something to eat for when you wake up, okay?" Jason said. He looked both worried and sympathetic at the same time.
"You don't have to do this." I said quietly. "Just because... just because of what happened. You don't have to pretend that you like me."
Anger crossed Jason's face. "You think-" He started angrily, then stopped. "Never mind. Let's just get you upstairs."
I stood up, a little shaky, but still able to. Jason followed behind me as I headed upstairs to his bed. I laid down and he shut off the lights for me. Then he went back downstairs.
I could faintly hear Eve and Jason talking, but I couldn't distinguish any of the words. Before Eve left I heard her shout to Jason, though.
"You better go sit up there with her!"
I heard the front door close and steps on the stairs. I was trying to sleep but having trouble. The second Jason entered the room, though, I closed my eyes and preteneded to be asleep. I didn't want to be questioned about anything.
Jason walked over to the bed and laid down beside me.
"You're a terrible faker." He told me.
My eyes flicked back open. "I am not." I said stubbornly. "You just woke me up is all."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Jason asked quietly, not looking me in the eyes.
"No, I really don't." I said. My voice broke on the word don't. I couldn't cry right after it happened. I couldn't cry last night before bed. I couldn't cry this morning after the news. I couldn't cry about it at all.
Yet here I was, tears sliding down my face in front of Jason, of all people. I sat up and wrapped my arms around my legs.
"Did you know she was pregnant?" I asked as the tears slid down my face. Jason shook his head. "Well she was. But now that babies gone too. Everything is gone. I have nothing left."
The tears were falling faster now, and my body was shaking. Jason pushed back a piece of hair from my face.
"That's not true." He said, and leaned forwards "You still have-"
"I'm back." Eve said, walking into the room. Jason pulled away from me quickly.