Emma jerked up from bed,panting uncontrollably from the nightmare she had of Jeanine,this had been going on for some days now. Sweat dancing on her skin,Emma glanced around her room,hastily switching on the light to reveal her perfectly inner decor. She gave a double look at her surrounding, but still wasn't convinced.
The slight rumbling of her brown curtains unnerved her gut. Slowly her feet touched the petrifying cold of the floor. But that didn't seem to scare her,she was determined on pulling open the curtains to uncover whatever was in there,if there was.
She grabbed unto the edge of the curtains and with a 'Got you' expression she pulled off the curtains but nothing. No one was there.
Her heartbeat fastened,fear marching victoriously on her skin. Emma seized in some breath.
Quickly she reached for the sofa in despair, her arms tightly embracing her knees.
'why is this happening to me,' she repeated countless times,mumbling so low, almost unheard. She obviously was still bothered by the recent happenings that seemed to be driving her on the edge.
She was tired. Hell was she fed up. She gave another look at her room which earlier contained a radiating atmosphere but to Emma now,it was rather dark and had a certain horrifying gleam to it. The effulgence it once harboured was no doubt lost just like her sanity.
Her eyes wandered about, anxiety crawling in,instantly she raced out of her room,down to the living room,coming in face with the shattered pieces of the glass that had once finely contained a Moon cactus plant.Emma stopped her fidgeting legs when a tiny piece of the scattered glass,got a taste of her flesh,piercing her feet in gratifying pleasure.
Emma didn't squeaked in pain,she had more thoughts going on in that head of hers. Her legs to heavy to support, she scurried to the closest couch she could find,leaving behind a red blooded path from her feet.
Emma's gaze never leaving the callous disaster on the floor. For the first time, she was actually considering the possibility of her insanity and the constant voices in her head was strengthening her case.
She needed help,no she needed Dave. She took a cursory look at the time,it was dead in the night. Emma hadn't had the slightest idea how her life took this turn.
She gazed deeper at the once perfectly wrapped present that laid on the floor. 'Who sent this?' Emma asked nonetheless, even though ever functioning brain had an inkling.
'It was Jeanine' She whispered, her voice dry and broken. She jerked around inspecting the living room, asserting she was alone. Emma sighed,violently shooting up from her seat back to the disaster she created hours ago. Emma picked up the remains that still seemed to intact. She smashed it further on the floor, didn't give a damn on the inflicting reddish fluid the smeared her hands nor the disturbing sound that filled the room.
This was Jeanine's. Emma knew it but was having a hard time believing it. Jeanine had gifted a similar plant to her and it so magically appeared that she had found this outside her door.
Emma was positive someone was behind this,but sadly everything points to her blood sucking dead bitch of a friend. 'It was Jeanine but wasn't Jeanine' She yelled psychotically,terrified of her very own words. She was crazy.
She didn't seem to be fighting the possibility of her insanity. But only Jeanine could know of this. But it wasn't possible. Jeanine was dead. That bitch was dead.
Emma found her seat. 'Maybe Dave was behind this.'Emma considered this but she knew otherwise,as much as she wanted a way out of this,she knew it wasn't Dave. Emma begin to make various assumptions one that didn't make her look crazy.
Her legs vibrated uncontrollably as her heart raced. She struggled to breath as fear settled on her nostrils and was almost on her tongue.
Her fingers brushed the strand of red hair that covered her eyes.
'This was Jeanine' She repeated again with a frown covering her face. She wore a devil look as her blood boiled in anger,her nails piercing through the sofa. 'Even in death that bitch still got her' She wasn't known to be a weakling she she had proven herself in countless occasions and wasn't going soft now.
If this was a ghost or not she would find out but needed to clear her head.
Emma knew what she needed, she hassled to her bathtub,letting her body drown underneath. Her head on the tub frame. This was her last resort.
She let her thought wander far,ignoring the feminine whispers in her head. There was no telling who it was,her human excuse of a mother. That didn't scare her anymore. It had became a part of her.
It was time to cleanse her mind. To purify it,hoping she would regain her normality.
For hours she laid there,her skin had adopted the frigid cold of the water. She was there but her mind was away,wandering. Or to Jeanine.
Throughout Emma thought of nothing except Jeanine. Jeanine was the key and the greatest conquer that always brought smiles to her. If only Jeanine knew how long she had hated her,she would have been stunned to death. Emma always found pleasure in her thoughts of Jeanine. She loved her victory and wished she shoved it in Jeanine's face.
Emma was beginning to feel herself back. She knew she wasn't crazy,not even her mother could drive her insane,so who was Jeanine to?
Emma snickered. Terrifying the undisturbed and serenity of the whole place. Her psychic laughter hardened as she was undoubtedly having a blast down memory lane.
'Oh Jeanine.' She started another round, sniggering uncontrollably.
She closed her eyes,conjuring a memory of Jeanine.
'Little miss perfect.' She mocked.
Jeanine was a fool.
'A naive little daddy's girl.' She ridicule,a piece of her getting more affected.
'I defeated you' Emma yelled in pride. Scaring the frigid air. And the darkness all around. It was no doubt this female was deranged.
'I won sister' She huffed mimicry, conjuring another image of her dear friend. Emma stared at her conjured image. She could stare at it all day.
'Jeanine was actually quite helpful.' Emma thought.
She knew herself was back.
A smile broadened her icy cold lips. She didn't break her gaze from her conjured image. She felt as if Jeanine stared right back,her deep sky blue eyes, emitting stupidity and ignorance. Her gaze displaying such idiocy. She felt every piece of Jeanine maddening to her.Emma had never met someone with such sickening gaze,that had always occupied that blue eyes of hers.
'Blue eyes' Emma heart skipped.
'Blue eyes' She pushed her eyes open. Her senses heightened. She was unto something and she knew it.
Quickly she closed her eyes,still having Jeanine in her thought. She stared into her main focus,into Jeanine's tender sky blue eyes.
It was innocent.
Full of life and so predictable.
'But why so similar?'
Immediately she deserted Jeanine's image and conjured up another.
One of Natalie,Natalie Reed.
She stared with much conviction into Natalie's eyes. And for the first time she got the unexplainable words that always lingered on her lips. 'It was as if Jeanine was staring right back: Emma muttered loudly. She still didn't break focus. She was determined to get to the bottom of this. For the first time she was finally unto something.
She could see Jeanine's eyes in those of Natalie's.
But Natalie's held a certain coldness in them,she couldn't understand it.
Natalie's were unpredictable.
Emma gazed further into her subconscious.
They were no doubt similar. Emma could swear there was more to this.
'It was the same'. She repeated, slowly banging her head against the tub. She rewinded. Back to the first day she had met Natalie. Something was off and she knew it.
This was absurd, what was she even considering. Jeanine was dead.
Jeanine was dead.
It was nothing but a coincidence. Unfortunately she wasn't quite convinced by her words. Something was wrong and she couldn't ignore it.
Her instinct was sending her something. It whispered slowly to her and like an obedient servant she listened.
She thought for a while,confusion and uncertainty danced around her.
Every piece of the puzzle began to fit,as she never let go of Natalie's gaze. The one Natalie threw her back at Connecticut.
Emma knew there was more to Natalie but this was preposterous.
She couldn't bring herself to even say aloud what her instinct considered. This was impossible to begin with. Jeanine was dead after all. Right? She questioned herself insanely.
This time she didn't get a reply. She wavered with uncertainty.
She wasn't loosing it. She was sane,unlike her insane drunk of a mother.
She never doubted her instinct. Something was certain. Natalie always reminded her of Jeanine. She had no doubt transferred her hatred for Jeanine to Natalie. That's was the logical explanation for this. Jeanine couldn't be Natalie. Impossible! It wasn't possible. It couldn't be.
But deep down Emma didn't believe that a bit. She didn't always go with logical. Practical suited her better. There was no dulling herself. She had to properly consider this from all angles no matter how insane it sounded.
She knew this newly found theory,could explain the notes in Jeanine's name,the words and memories only Jeanine could know.
Emma didn't know it but she had begin to consider the possibilities.
She had to make her findings.
Immediately Emma jerked up from the shower. Pulling up a towel,she had so much work to do and there wasn't a second to spare.