CHAPTER 9
A/N: Thanks for being patient. I know this is short but I will update soon :) I hope you're enjoying it so far. There is self-harm in this scene, just fyi.
"Depression is nourished by a lifetime of ungrieved and unforgiven hurt." Penelope Sweet
Emily hugged her knees to her muscular chest, her back resting on her tiled bathroom wall. She couldn't close her eyes; for every time she dared to, she'd hear that same voice torturing her, prolonging the pain. As she held her head in her hands, she coughed and sighed. The dark woman didn't cry. Her stomach turned. She felt as if her entire insides were rotting.
"I don't have a choice, my love. I must go. I'm so sorry."
"Stay, please. Don't leave me, don't give up...please…I love you." The brunette pleaded in vain. They both knew arguing was futile.
"Goodbye, Em. Please remember that I love you too."
"Don't come back," Emily spat. "I'm changing the locks!" She yelled as the door slammed. She knew what she had said was pathetic. She slumped to her knees in the middle of the hallway…
Emily grinded her teeth angrily. Letting out an exasperated scream, she leaped to her feet and lunged for the glass cabinet above the ceramic sink in front of her. Finding what she was looking for, she resumed her former position on the floor, cradling the small razor in the palm of her calloused hands.
"I hate you!" She stretched her bare legs out, her shorts not bothering to hide the little red marks on the top of her thighs. Inhaling sharply, she cut slowly yet deeply. She wanted a different kind of pain to the one burning in her chest. After fulfilling her need, she let her head roll back to rest against the wall.
...
"Jesus Christ…Emily! Emily wake up please!"
The tall agent opened her eyes to discover two hands caressing her face. Her vision focusing, she looked up at the intruder.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"