Emily
Bernadette woke to find a slouched Howard sitting down in the kitchen, "Howard, is everything ok?"
"Emily's not home yet." Howard sighed, his wife only smiled and rubbed his shoulders,
"She's stayed out later than this, trust me, she'll come stumbling in, not knowing what year it is and I'll be standing next to her with my hands around her hair and a bowl on her lap." Bernadette had been through this routine so many times it might as well have been a ritual, she could read her daughter like a book, normally, but one night, on this night, she didn't.
Emily stumbled in, what Bernadette expected to be a slurry-tongued, disorientated girl was actually much, much worse.
The girl smirked at Bernadette, it was a smirk neither Howard or Bernadette was accustomed to seeing on Emily's lips, but it was there, and it was cruel, "Yeah, I'm home." Her glare fell back on Bernadette again as she violently flopped her arms up, "Sorry to disappoint." She strutted through the kitchen in a disorientated fashion, having drunk way too much and losing her footing,
"Emily, what's gotten into you?" Bernadette couldn't fathom why Emily looked so violent, so vicious, so… so animal. But then as Emily drew closer, Bernadette could see it, she could see the white powder sprinkled around her nose, the reason for her being almost unrecognisable in front of her, "Emily, are you high?" She felt disgust oozing out of her as the words feel from her lips.
"Like you care, you've never cared about me." Emily leant against a cabinet and proceeded to slide down it, she felt soft yet strong hands around her shoulders, her father, "You wish I was never born!" Emily told her mother,
"Emily, sweetie, I don't know what you're talking about-"
"You wish you never had me, I heard you telling dad!" She spat, sounding very much like Bernadette when she was pissed off, minus the helium-esque voice,
Bernie had never seen Howard look at her like that before, the 'Look what you've done' look, she felt the guilt setting in, she felt like a bad wife, and a bad mother, mortified and devastated didn't even cover the way Bernadette feels when she finally looked at Emily again, "Oh, Emily, I'm so sorry."
Emily got up, she was clinging on the work surface as she did so, in fact, she was clutching it so hard her knuckles went white, like she was clinging on for dear life, "Yeah, sorry I heard you."
"Emily, calm down-"
"Don't, tell me, to calm down!" She backed away from her parents, looking at them as if they were predators, and she was their prey, "I don't need…I don't need…." As the blood dripped faster and faster down her nose, she was finding it harder and harder to speak, "I don't nee…."
She dropped to the floor, with a bone chilling thud, "Call an ambulance!" Said a terrified Bernadette as she held her daughter's fitting, unconscious body.