Thread: Nothing Can Keep Us Apart. [angelicxdream and shinyka]

Emily was sitting on the edge of bed, not hearing that someone had came inside. She was in her own little world. Emily. Emily. Hi, my name is Emily. She scrunched up her nose, shaking her head. That sounded weird. She laid back on the abandoned bed, her fingers combing through her delicate chestnut hair that was slightly wavy. She blushed, and despite it all, she wanted to see what was in the apartment. She knew she was being nosy, but she couldn't hear her heart. Had she died? Would she ever die again? She couldn't even remember death. She just remembered being rudely awakened from her sleep. Her feet were still dirty. Still caked with dirt, and as she squinted closer, she realized she had stepped in glass. Broken beer bottle pieces, she pulled them off, and seeing blood stain her toes, she waited for the pain to greet her. Feeling nothing, she looked down and gasped, her wounds were healing. Why wasn't her heart beating? Why didn't she have a pulse? Why was she wearing an engagement ring? She looked in the mirror. Why was she so pale? She felt her skin, and realized, it was cold, and hard. Her lips were stained red, blood red. It made her mouth stand out. It was winter. Why wasn't she cold? Well, her skin was. But she couldn't feel anything. Oh right. She was curious. She ventured into the room, opening the wooden closet, careful not to break anything. She didn't find anything interesting. T-shirts, dress shirt, leather shoes, dress pants, jeans... nothing of interest. Behind all the male clothes, she found a dress. Not just any dress. A wedding dress? It was strapless, and white, and full of lace. It was so beautiful. But, she was careful not to touch the actual fabric. There was a plastic sheet covering it, and she just touched it through that. She wasn't even supposed to be here. But, she didn't want to leave either. She felt so connected to this place. She walked back to the bed, and laid on it. But, everything in the house looked so.. barren, empty and it was all covered in dust. She knew that if she was alive, she would've complained. But now, she felt empty. Just like the house. She didn't know what was missing. At least she was alive. Well, sort of. She didn't feel alive. She felt dead. But, she wasn't dead. What was wrong with her? She looked at her left hand, at her beautiful ring, and took it off. Not permanently, but just to look at it. And to her surprise, she found an engraving. Eric and Emily. The same names on the mail. She reached for a letter, and confirmed it. it even had the same last name that was on the letter. Placing it down, she breathed heavily. What was going on? She felt so alone. She looked outside, night had casted its spell on the small town, and wondered if the owner would come back soon. Or, if he had died. Or, she. She didn't know the gender of the owner. But, wait.. why did the owner have her mail? And, why did the owner have her name on the pictures? This was so confusing. She wanted answers. And, she wanted them now. And, she had no clothes. Great. So, she was stuck in this hideous hospital gown until she could go into town and buy some. The shops were probably already closing. And, she didn't have any money. And, everyone would probably run away at the sight of her. She was... a freak. She didn't belong here. She just knew she belonged in the house, but everywhere else.. she was an outcast. Freezing, she realized that someone was going upstairs. And, she was upstairs. At least she knew she couldn't die. And, she wanted to be here so desperately. Hopefully, they wouldn't take away that right. So, she just sat on the bed, clutching her hands close. She looked down at the ground, breathing heavily. Was she breathing? She didn't have a pulse. She didn't have a pulse. She braced for it. The screaming, the yelling, but she wouldn't move. So, they would have to pick her up and throw her out on their own. And, she hoped she was heavy enough so they wouldn't be able to lift her. Or maybe they'd be too old, they couldn't pick up anything that was larger than a chair. Yes, she had hope by her side.