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[ R 0 L 3 P L A Y 3 X A M P L 3 S ]
UN [PROBOARDS] Emily looked across the room and glared at her reflection in the mirror. "You're a monster. You're a horrible monster. You practically murdered the man. You didn't give him a chance." She fell back onto her bed. It wasn't comfortable enough to help her relax in the middle of this nightmare. Nothing was. He was somewhere, gone, and Emily could do nothing about it. "You should lock yourself up in a small glass box. So if you get out, you'll bleed. All over. You b***h." She stared at the ceiling and sighed. Now she was crying, devestated at what she had done. Her make up was running down her face. But that's not Emily's greatest concern. Her greatest concern was Benjamin. He did nothing to her, and yet she bitched at him anyway. Now he was probably out at the bar, trying to drink away his troubles. It was amazing to her. How she originally seemed like she wanted Benjamin dead. And now, she was beating herself up. She wiped her eye and sighed. "Emily, control yourself." She was looking at a pair of scissors across the room. Suicide, that was her answer to the situation. Benjamin probably was dead. If Emily wanted to see him again, why not meet him. Of course. She might not drive on the same highway as Ben. She might be driving south. She walked over to the mirror. Emily could break it, she could throw it out of her house, or she could torture herself with the constant reminder. It was odd. The mirror reminded her of the accident with Benjamin. Nothing else. That mirror. That mirror was a torture chamber on a wall. No. It was Emily's torture chamber on a wall. Emily ran out of her room and slammed the door. "God. . please let Benjamin be alright." She slid onto the floor, infront of the door. "I beg of You."
DEUX [ONExONE] Emily waited for what she called her "wicked step sister" to get out of the bathroom. "Hurry up in there. This fairy tale can't last all day. Cinderella wants to get out of the house. And I can't do that until my wicked step sister gets out of the damn bathroom from her hour long shower!" She was exaggerating. But she badly wanted her to get out of the bathroom. "Go in to the living room and you can shower when I yell for you." Emily wrinkled her nose and crossed her arms over her polka dot pajamas. "Fine." She got in the living room and waited. Cinderella. Couldn't you have a limit on shower time? Her sister rushed out, dripping all over the floor. "Now take your damned shower you whining baby!"
She stepped into the bathroom and laughed. [******** you." She laughed. Emily turned on the hot water and began to take off her clothes, looking out the window at the light across the street. That sight reminded her of Narnia. It was a pretty good book. She wasn't a fan of the movie. Emily threw her pajamas near the toilet and got in the shower, singing a song by Hellogoodbye. The water from the shower drenched her, and she didn't care. She just wanted to be clean. "I like, where we are. When we drive, in your car. I like, where you sleep. When you sleep, next to me." Emily loved songs like that. That's all that played on her iPod.
Nine minutes later the water was off and Emily had nothing on but her under clothing. She had to think winter. Emily grabbed a skirt and jeans. No rips, this time. Amazing. She grabbed some striped stockings and closed that drawer. She looked into another draw and grabbed a long-sleeved shirt, a zip-up hooded sweatshirt, and closed it. Now for gloves. She grabbed a black pair off the top of the dresser and started to get dressed. First the stockings, then the pants, then the skirt, then the shirt, then the gloves, then the sweatshirt. She put the hood up and got her boots. She quickly had them on and double-knotted.
Emily walked outside and immediately fell into the white wonderland she called winter. "Finally, winter. Christmas, snow, it's beautiful. Yeah, summer's great, but winter's better. Even if I still have to go to school." She stood up and sighed. Emily hated school, just like any other kid, and like any other kid, would want to find a way out of it. "Well. . it's still great. School or no school, it's fantastic." Oh, and she could throw snowballs at people. Ha, at times, she'd put them down shirts. That pissed people off easily.
Her long blonde hair (with the occasional pink, blue, and black stripe) was covered in the frozen white crystals. Her blue eyes gazed at the snow. It was so pretty, yet it clung to her like her little cousin, Isaiah. But worse. And they were different. Snow doesn't ask for bed time stories. Emily bent down and picked up snow in her glove and licked it. She loved eating snow. It was like a white popsicle. And if you knew Emily and wanted her satisfied, you'd have a shopping cart full of ice cream and popsicles.
TROIS [BARTON TOWN] Emily was up, staring at herself in the mirror. She had nothing on but her pajamas. "I'm fat!" She always freaked out one the first day of school. About how to dress, the way she smelled, etc. And this day was no different. She picked out a shirt almost long enough to be a short dress and a pair of jeans. She took off everything she was wearing and got her underclothing. She put them both on and sighed.
After Emily had everything on, she picked up a pearl necklace. She put it on and looked at her phone as it vibrated rapidly. Emily read the message and responded to her secret girl.
Hey love. I'm up. I'm coming over there when I'm done. Love, Emmy.
She smiled and grabbed a pair of socks. They were striped, red and black. She walked over to her door and lifted up her jeans and slid on her vans. Emily walked out and closed the door. She ran down stairs and got a honey nut cheerios cereal bar and her car keys. "God. . I hope Scarlett doesn't know anything."
Emily got in her car and started it up. She let it warm up for a few minutes and backed out of the driveway. On the way she thought of the trouble she could get in if Scarlett knew. Yeah, she could keep dating Fallon, but she'd feel guilty for an eternity.
Influenced · Fri May 18, 2007 @ 11:24pm · 0 Comments |
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