Ashes Of You And I (Completed) | ✔️

- 3: Are you lost, babygirl? -

*Author's note*

No matter how cliche that is, every entry I imagine with the song on top is just badass, so yeah, listen to it while you read, or don't, I can't really tell you what to do. Lol. Enjoy...

Emily's P.O.V.

This the new style with the fresh type of flow
Wrist icicle, ride dick bicycle
Come true yo, get you this type of blow
If you wanna menage I got a tricycle

All these bitches, flows is my mini-me
Body smoking, so they call me young Nicki chimney -

I groan as my slumber was disrupted by the stupid alarm.

'Calm your tits Nikki I'm up... '  I thaught slapping my alarm shut, as I tried to open my eyes but end up squinting them due to the sunlight beaming into my room through the window that I probably left open. I groan again turning to the other side, already regretting being awake.

After contemplating my life for a few more minutes I finally yawn, pulling off the sheets I gracefully landed on the floor... and by gracefully I mean, my legs getting tangled in the sheets as I fall face first on the cold, hard floor.

'What a start... '

I was never a morning person. Just the thought of waking up just makes me want to rip someone's hair out. I definitely get that from my dad as I remember that one time when we had an early flight and Alec tried to wake him up and ended up with a black eye.

I chuckle at the memory and entered the bathroom to brush my teeth. Standing in front of the mirror, there was one thought nagging me.
'Would they recognize me? '

I stood there looking, really looking at myself as I let myself really see the changes 3 years can bring in a person.

My brown hair that used to be a curly, frizzy mess now lies waist length in soft waves. My body changed the most, as I was now toned from all the training and fights. My ears that used to be bare had a lot more holes in them with different accessories hanging, more precisely, 4 in each ear. I know that sounds like a lot but I quite like them on, it almost makes me look non-approachable, which was exactly the point. My teeth were a set of straight pearly whites, thanks to the torturous years of having braces. I also preferred wearing lenses when I'm not home, after I ended up losing like, a dozen of my glasses. So, my eyes were more clearly seen, which now that I notice is probably the only feature that hasn't changed.

I got my soft blue eyes from my mom and that was the only thing I liked about myself back when I was a profound loser. But now when I look at myself, my lovely pair of eyes is what I hate the most. Why? Because I can still see glimpses of the weak 14 year old girl when I look into them, the irony.

Would they recognise me?

Me. The old me.

She was weak.
I'm strong.