Emily's Nightmare_32
Emily's Pov
I'd gone back into Rebecca's house after hanging up with Alice. I wish I could tell her, I really did, but Alice's phone call had gotten me to think about everything that was going on at the moment and I didn't want to bring Rebecca into it. So I did what I always did, I put on my cheery face and acted like my biggest worries were school work and not Matthew.
It was close to six when Jasper came to pick me up, and by then I was just ready to leave. Of course, he knew I was anxious the second we came within eye view. "What's wrong?" he asked me.
"Nothing that can be fixed," I sighed, placing my cheek against the cool glass.
"Let me see if I can guess, it has to do with Rebecca, correct?"
"Doesn't count, Alice probably told you," I muttered. I heard him chuckle.
"Yes she did. Don't worry about it Emily, it's just how things are with us. We could tell the world and they'd either believe us, or they wouldn't. If they do, we're goners, if they don't, we're in psychiatric wards. It's just better to let it go."
"You know Jasper, you're usually good with speeches, but if this one was supposed to make me feel any better, I say you need to find your inner Zen again, but it pretty much sucked," I told him and turned to look out the window.
I'm not sure, but I think I might have heard him whisper "I'm sorry."
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It was past midnight when I got an email. It freaked me out because I was reading and was so deep into the book that when the computer dinged I yelp. Clicking on it, I saw that it had no name, no return address, nothing. Thinking it was probably spam, I opened it. It was the scariest thing in the world. A whole bunch of pictures flashed simultaneously one after the other, all pictures of the witch trials. Pictures of real people dying, dead villages with the villagers bodies hanging everywhere. The worst part, I couldn't get it to go off. In the end, in bold letters it said: You're next. Following that the pictures kept replaying over and over again, and I was unable to turn it off. I screamed and threw the computer out the window. Fortunately the window was open so I wasn't going to get in trouble for breaking it. The computer crashed and broke.
I sat down, shocked, the images replaying in my head over and over again. The words echoing, never stopping. The worst thing was that no one came. Like if my scream had gone unheard, the crash never happened. I curled up on the couch, and it's safe to say, that I didn't sleep a wink.
For a second I was sorry I hadn't told Rebecca about us, I needed her at the moment, then I just felt horrible for wanting to involve her into any of this. "Maybe Edward's right." I whispered into the darkness.
A/N: I'm sorry it sucks. SOOO sorry. I just need to get over this bump so I can start writing the good parts. I'm really sorry and I promise that it will get better from here.
For those of you who may have noticed, yes, this is a newly edited chapter because I didn't like where'd I'd previously gone.