Chapter 6 of My Incomplete Romance.
"Oh gods... please end it all now." I thought to myself. A few minutes later a felt a hand on my shoulder. I ignored it and just stared at my friend who was a bloody mess.
"Emma, she's gone…..I am very sorry. I know-"I cut whoever it was off.
"NO YOU DON'T!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Then I got up
"No use in crying now." I thought to myself. I ran into the nearest hallway and just kept running until I somehow got into a basement. I sat there and thought for a moment. I put hands over my eyes.
"I could have saved her…. I let her die! I'm so stupid! Mary was right. I am useless!" I could feel the tears starting to sting my eyes. Emma why didn't you save her? Your best friend is dead! And it is all because of you!" I thought to myself. "I won't even be able to look her parents in the eyes. I hate her dad! He will be happy when hears about this!"
"Excuse me?" said someone. I looked up. It was the man with an orange crop of hair and red capes. "What is the matter little one?" he asked with a concerned expression.
"I really don't want to talk about it!" I snapped.
"You must be the one who just lost her friend." He remarked out loud sadly. He came over to the wall where I was sitting and sat by me. "I really don't know what to say" he remarked with sorrow.
"It is a horrible thing to lose someone close to you. I know how you feel. It has happened to me before," he sighed "but I really will never understand how it feels to see your friend ripped open and… watching them die. Mr. Tall said that we will stay awhile longer, if you wish to go to her funeral."
I nodded.
He tried to smile. "Well we haven't been introduced, I am Larten Crepsley."
"Hi." I said glumly.
"I thought I heard voices down here," It was the guy named Mr. Tall. "Emma, if you wish to stay here before the funeral you can."
"Thank you for your. Kindness," I said quietly "Mr. Tall, why did she come to the theater? Tell me please."
He looked sketchy for a moment then spoke:
"She was looking for you. She was going to tell you that…….she was running away from her father," he looked down "If I had known sooner…."
"Save it." I said. "I will stay here do you know when the funeral will be?"
"Friday." He explained to me later that the little people put her body in an alley way where people would find her.
4 days later
Mr. Tall accompanied me to the funeral. It was an open casket yet they covered up her
Stomach with a thick blanket. They also said she had another thing covering it under all that. I looked into the casket before anyone because it was traditional. I started shaking so bad, it was my entire fault. Her mother was in despair because of me. Yogi looked peaceful, but that didn't hide the fact that she died a painful death. You could tell, I could more than anyone. It was written all over my face. Everyone except her mother said I was the cause of her death and that………hurt the most. Police questioned me, relatives did, and her father did. After all I had been through he had the nerve to question me. Mary (my foster mother) accused me! She said I had not been home in months! Dad on the other hand stayed silent and looked at me with apologetic eyes. They accused me the most because I had not cried. Police Chief James questioned me after the funeral at the station.
"Emma Chang, do you know what happened to Yogi?" he asked
"No." I replied. Mr. Tall had warned me to lie because if I didn't they would charge me regardless if I was innocent or not.
"Then where were you all those months?"
"My foster mother kicked me out!" I snapped.
"Why?" he asked angrily.
"Because she hates me!" I focused on the policeman's thoughts.
Why do they think this kid is guilty? I don't understand…She seems innocent.
I think everyone is accusing her because she didn't cry but then again she seems sad.
"Tell me Emma, Are you sad over your friend's death?" he asked.
"More than you will ever know." I answered staring into his pale blue eyes. I looked at him for moment. He actually looked like he felt sorry for me.
"Emma, why are they bringing you in here?" he asked.
"The whole world is against me." I chocked out. I felt tears coming for real this time.
"What do you mean?" he asked worried looking.
"No one believes me when I say….I miss Yogi." Tear drops started rolling down my face. It was officer James' turn to stare at me. I had never cried in front of anyone before except Yogi. My heart began to hurt then all the sobs started rolling out.
"Why are people stupid? Of course I miss my friend Yogi! She was my….best friend. How could I not be sad? Are people really that heartless?" I started crying so hard I couldn't breath.
"I am never going to be alright!" I sobbed. James pulled me close to him and said.
"It is ok to cry Emma. I believe you. Your friend Mr. Tall believes you. Half of the police squad believes you." He said to comfort me. "Don't worry I'll have you out of here in no time and Mr. Tall said he would be your guardian."
He had her out in 2 weeks.
3 months later.
Officer James was truly a good man. In day I was on the road with the Cirque. Every time I looked at the wolf man. It brought It all back. I had nightmares about every night, but Mr. Tall or Mr. Crepsley was always there to comfort me. Truska the lady that could grow a beard was also a helpful to me.
One day while I was doing my chores with Evra. A man in chuncky yellow boots and glasses and a heart shaped watch came to visit us.
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