‘ JUST , NOTHING TOO INTENSE . OKAY ? ‘ everything feels different now , perhaps it’s because everything is. there’s a bloodbath that fills inside of her eyelids when she falls mere seconds away from slumber . a pain , a scar in once delicate flesh . now , grown over into roughened skin . she’s better for it , or at least that’s what everyone keeps telling her . NERVOUS DIGITS TUG AT THE EDGES OF HER SWEATER SLEEVES . they tell her to remind herself it’s all real , but emma soon realizes that if this was it , this HELL was her new reality , she wanted no part in it . yet , footsteps carry her across his bedroom , lightened along the way as gaze averts reminders . articles strewn across shelves . THE LAKEWOOD SIX , ALIVE AND WELL . but were they ? she’d spent her summer locked up , grieving , losing sleep . how had noah ? immersed in the deaths of their friends , obsession reaching an all time high ? ‘ A COUPLE QUESTIONS . ‘ she wants to apologize , wishes she could elaborate . and yet , it’s the feeling of a knife plunging inside her , blood filling her mouth and it’s the thought of WILL’S body being pulled apart while she could only watch . @monologuealert
