Laced Lies

Lie 10-I'm Okay (Part One)

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This is split into 3 parts, beginning from 4 hours ago until the lie at 5 seconds

3 hours ago

Emmarie didn't show up for breakfast the next morning.

She was sleeping in our guest bedroom. But the door was shut, and neither my mom or I dared open it.

But it was noon and nothing could be heard.

Worried as we were, I knew she left.

I knocked on the door, before rattling the key into the keyhole. Slowly, I pushed open the door. Instantly I felt a gust of wind and the tingling cold, as crescents of light shone across the floor. The window was open, and she was gone.

Of course, I guessed this already, but there was still a devastating feeling.

There was a note on the bed.

Dear Victoria,

I left. I bet you hate me now. And trust me, I hate you too. You ruined me. Edward is gone, and I'm losing you. Don't try and find me, because you won't. Most definitely don't worry because I can kick a** in the real world. Please forget me. If I ever see you in the future, I hope we can start with a clean slate. But I doubt we will.

Sincerely,

Your Pink Haired Friend,

Emmarie

I swallowed hard, a lump in my throat growing. She was gone. Despite her comedic comment saying she could "kick a**" in the real world, I doubted it.

I could see her one year from now, out of school, high, and some forms of a prostitute.

She wouldn't survive.

Not in the world like this. She would have to go back to Boston, back to High School, back to the life she's made for herself in a year. The same life I know nothing about. The same life where she refuses to let us go.

I tried to do the math. She left somewhere between 10 pm last night and 12 pm today. I'm assuming she either left late last night or early in the morning.

That's enough time to go to the airport, enough time to get on the train, enough time to hitch a ride with some drunk driving weirdos heading toward Vegas.

She could be anywhere.

And I really didn't want to go looking.

If anything, she's still in the city and will stay until the funeral. I could imagine her hiding behind a tree, holding roses and waiting until we leave the burial and she'll place the roses.

Roses?

It triggered something. A memory. A faint memory of springtime cheers and vibrant colors.

A feeling of infinity and hope filled me.

But it was gone.

"Victoria," my mom gently placed her hand on my shoulder, causing me to shudder. "I may have to call her mom and day she's gone."

No. That would be the last thing Emmarie would want. Her abusive, insane mother searching for her would be more harmful than beneficial.

Anyways, if I remember, they moved to California, leaving Em with her Aunt in Boston.

"I don't think that's necessary,"

"She's a minor, though," my mom explained.

My eyes fluttered to the calender: she turned 18 two weeks ago. She's on her own.

We met in sixth grade- I was 10, and she was 12. Her parents are some hippies who believe that the body isn't full until it reaches age 6 and that's when she started kindergarten.

"No," I shook my head. "She's eighteen."

My Mom opened her mouth to retaliate, but I dismissed her by running into my room.

As the door slammed, I predicted I would fall to the floor and sob for all the things I've lost.

My knees felt like they were going to buckle and it felt like I was going to cry. It felt like I would explode with sorrow.

But I just stood there. My back pressed against the door, my eyes narrowed on an arbitrary spot on my wall.

My breathing was shallow, no frantic movements in my body.

It was calm.

I was calm.

And I was lonely.

Completely alone.

But I wasn't sad.

Because after this past day, heck this whole year, I wanted to be alone.

It felt like the day, several months ago, in the motel.

The humidity, agonizing serenity of the world.

It felt like hours as I stood there. My legs were numb and restrained.

My back ached from my position, causing a headache.

Yet, I stood against that door. It separated me from the world.

"Hon," my mom's frail voice, "the funeral is in an hour."

I didn't want to go. Or move. Or even think about Edward.

But I flicked a finger, taking a step. My body prickled, as well as my mouth as I responded.

"Okay," I mumbled.

I fingered the black dress that hung among sequence and glitter.

But this dress was black. All black, no lace or ruffles.

I was so excited when I got it. It was for Halloween. Edwards favorite holiday.

I knew I should take a shower, but I didn't want to.

The dress was loose on my newly thin body.

That was the highlight of today.