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Re: Monster

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He stood completely still. Didn't move a muscle, as the thoughts in his head confused him more and more for each second passing. Why did she absolutely have to go and hug him. For some reason, he couldn't stand her touch, it made him nauseous, and had she given him the chance, he would've ducked out of the way, but opposite of what he had wanted, he had been held by her, just for a second. He felt furious. Was this her way of playing games with him? Had she perhaps noticed the way he looked at her, how the look on his face had softened when she was close, when she talked to him, when she smiled at him.

He turned his head once more, and now stared blankly at the floor. This wasn't fair, not at all. Why didn't she look at him like she had looked at that guy. Was he too filthy? Was it because he just wasn't enough like her. Maybe it was. Maybe not. Slowly, the anger and disappointment he felt faded, and his mind went blank. This was not new to him, he knew this emotion very well. It was the one that made you go "... Arh, fuck it. I don't give a shit anyway."

He had known for years that it was this emotion his life was built on. But, as he was well aware, nobody cared. Not even him. As he lost that thought, he got himself another drink, and like that he continued for a while. Drinking more and more, hissing and threatening everybody that got close to him. He wasn't thinking about the time that passed, he was too caught up in his own self pity to care. Nor did he think about the amount of alcohol he was consuming.

Then, before he stopped moving, and looked around. Yep. He was tipsy. He wasn't going to admit that he was drunk, not until he was laying on the floor in a pool of his own vomit. And now, even though the situation didn't involve vomit, he mumbled a few words to himself as he moved out of the kitchen. "Gotta take a piss..." He wormed his way through the crowd, at once hating the smiling faces, the laughing people and the one's trying to gnaw the jaws of their partners. Despicable creatures. He didn't even think of them as being the same species as him. They were just shadows moving by as he made his way to the bathroom. Seeing the line by the door, he felt like bashing someone's face in. How the hell could they all manage to get the urge to go to the bathroom at the same time as him?

He turned around on his heel, and in the process of doing that, a clock caught his eye. It had been three hours since he had told Emma to leave, and he hadn't seen her since. Oh well, she was probably laying on her back in some strangers bedroom, the guy from before... He couldn't finish the thought. It was just too disgusting.

He started moving again, now heading for the garden on the back of the house. Despite being so close to everyone he passed by, he felt strangely alone, and there was only one thing on his mind, one thing he repeated like a mantra.

"I don't want to be here."

Then, the lukewarm night breeze hit has face as he passed through the door, and now suddenly was outside. He turned his head, wondering how there could be so many people in one place, but that thought faded with the others as he saw them. Emma and that guy.

He froze completely and suddenly felt like his stomach was trying to tie a knot around his heart, using his liver as rope. Voices inside his head were screaming, and images flashed through his mind, all of them overshadowed by what he saw right in front of him. Then, before he could even realise that it happened, his hand found the wall beside him, searching for some sort of balance. Why did it feel like everything inside him wanted to get out at once? Why couldn't he breathe. Why did he have an urge to die, right then and there.

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Re: Monster

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It would have been an understatement to say that Emma was enjoying herself. The feelings running through her body and the lust she felt in that instance were so intense. As far as she was concerned James could take her right there on bench. Normally she would have insisted that he take her somewhere more private so that they could continue this but she just couldn’t bring herself to stop the wonderful sensations long enough to speak the words let alone get up and go and find somewhere. Anyway, hardly anyone would come out here anyway.

His hands felt soothing and sensual across her skin and it was obvious to her that this was not his first time doing this. It wasn’t hers either. Emma hadn’t been a virgin for a while now. She wasn’t a slut and she certainly didn’t sleep with just anyone. Just every now and again she liked to really enjoy herself and as a young adult she believed she was old enough to do just that. It was the twenty-first century... it was what young people did.

James was also really enjoying himself. As Emma sat on his lap he could feel her small soft hand moving against the fabric of his jeans around his crotch. For him it was like a dream come true. A cute, popular girl, who on the first date was going to give him everything he wanted. James was like a lot of young guys his age... interested in sex and that was about it. It was like a dream come true. Slowly his hands moved down over her hips, rubbing softly over her stomach before he began to play with the bottom fabric of her shirt. Emma pulled back from the kiss to smile at him as he slid the shirt off of her. She helped, raising her arms up in the air and arching her back a little as the fabric was pealed off of her to reveal a lacy red bra. One look at the undergarment would erase any suggestion that Emma hadn’t been thinking of this exact moment when she had got dressed for the party tonight.

“Wow...” James mumbled softly as he lent in to kiss her again. Emma returned the kiss as one of her hands returned to his lap. Out of the corner of her eye though she noticed some sort of movement and pulled away from James as she looked over towards the back door. It was there that she saw Daniel standing there with a distressed expression on his face. Emma found herself blushing a little.

“Umm Hey” Emma said with a grin, trying to keep the situation as awkward free as possible. James wasn’t helping matters as he simply glanced over at Daniel for a moment or two before going back to kissing at Emma’s neck. His lips sucking softly underneath her ear as she sighed a little. “Are you alright?” Emma asked Daniel, finding it a little strange that he had come out here and was looking at the two of them but she was trying to act normal, as if this wasn’t a big deal. In her mind it wasn’t. There were lots of people making out with their boyfriends and probably doing a lot more than simply making out.
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Re: Monster

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He was silent once more. He had forgotten everything about taking that piss, and now he had no idea of what to do. Then, almost as if he was a puppet on strings, and someone were pulling on them, controlling him, he raised a hand, as if he wanted to tell her to just stop. Just stop talking to him, and slowly turned around. Why did he feel so sick? Not only like he was going to throw up any minute, but as if his entire body was infected with some disease that made him cower into the deepest, darkest pits of his own soul. It was in his bones, in his flesh, in his skin, in his hair. Everything about him was diseased, and then, as he stood there, he felt like a giant grabbed his insides, and squeezed with all it's might.

Then, before he could even think about what was happening, everything in his stomach forced it's way back out through his mouth. The foul taste and the stench made him feel even worse, and as he vomited he couldn't stop the images before. Emma and that guy. It certainly had looked like she had enjoyed herself, and sure, he wouldn't even think that she shouldn't be allowed to do that. It was her right. She could do whatever she wanted, it was still none of his business.

But she had proven him wrong.

He had one hand on the wall beside him, and sensing that there was no more inside of him, he raised his other hand and started to wipe the puke off of his chin. Smelly and sticky, and she was a fucking whore.

Where had that come from? His eyes widened as he realised what he had just thought, and then it came again. There was a dreadful clarity in his mind, his thoughts were completely clear, but there was one of them that kept returning. "She's a whore." It wouldn't stop. "Fuckin' whore. Slut. Sellout. Have you no dignity? Aren't you worth more than that?" He whispered, his eyes tearing up. Why did he feel like he did? Why did he feel so betrayed? It didn't make sense in his heart, but in his head it made cold, hateful sense.

He couldn't stay there. He had to go away, he had to get far away from her, from all of them. The anger boiling inside of him made his hands shake as he with a hateful glance at her over his shoulder moved back into the house. His movements were so violent and fast one could think he had fallen, but he had merely tried to run away.

But unfortunately there was nowhere he could escape to. In every corner of the house there was someone, and more than ever, right in that moment, he wished them all dead. How could he have been stupid enough to think that she was different from them, just because she had smiled at him, and talked to him like he was worth her time. He was nothing but an insect in the gutter compared to her. In the cold of his mind, a few thoughts were clear to him as he tried to reach the front door so he could get away.

"Weren't she god? Hasn't she betrayed me now? Didn't she only force me here so she could show me just how much power she has over me. That goddamn slut! Stupid whore! She deserves the diseases! She deserves to die! They both do!"

Then, he suddenly broke free of the masses, there was room to breathe, and the door was in sight. He could get out. That was his only thought before a girl grabbed a hold of his arm, pulling on his shirt and before he could do anything, she was closer than he liked, their faces not even an inch from each other. He could feel how her fingers trembled, and how she tried to hold onto him. Staring into her eyes, he could easily see that she was not okay. She looked panicked, her mascara had left thick black lines down over her cheeks from her tears, and her mouth was frozen into a joyless smile. "H-help me." She stuttered to him.

He didn't answer. What was there to say? He didn't actually care what had happened to her, just like she didn't care about him. She just wanted attention. Wasn't that what they were all about? Attention. Then, her next words caught him completely off guard. "H-he tou.. touched me." She cried, still clutching at his shirt. "In places.. I didn't w-want him t-to do that! I didn't want h-him to touch.. Touch me there!"

He was still silent, and just looked at her. He heard what she was saying, but he was just numb inside. He didn't feel compassion for her, he couldn't even bring himself to think that her tears were real. So he opened his mouth, and whispered to her as he shrugged. "I can't help you."

A second passed in silence, none of them spoke, and the only sounds he heard were those of the party. Even the music sounded faraway now, and it was so much better like that. Then, something strange happened to her face. It was like he had doubled her pain, and now, she didn't sob, nor were there more tears, there was only the words she hissed at him before she pushed him with all her force.

"Loser! You fucking loser!"

The booze in his blood had slowed his senses enough for him to be unable to react in time. He fell backwards, and hammered the back of his head against a heavy wooden door. He had thought his fall ended there, but the door opened behind him as soon as he had hit it, and he fell through the opening.

Then he landed on his back in a room that was completely dark, save for the light from outside. He raised his head slowly, and saw the crying girl standing there. She didn't say anything to him, and if she had he wouldn't have heard it. Instead she reached out for the doorknob, and slammed the door shut, leaving him in the darkness.

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Re: Monster

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Emma watched Daniel with a look of concern on her face. She was worried about him. He seemed like something was seriously wrong. She had completely forgotten about James in that moment as her attention was on Daniel. When he raised his hand she bit her tongue as she could tell that he didn’t want her to say anymore. Emma didn’t know what she had done wrong. He seemed really upset about something and she didn’t want to make things worse. When he turned Emma glanced at James with a confused expression. He just shrugged his shoulders before going back to letting his hands explore her naked skin and kissing along her neckline. Emma groaned a little, her attention going back to James that was before a sickening sound reached her ears and she was forced to look back over at Daniel.

“Oh my god!” Emma said as she saw Daniel be violently sick onto the deck. It was horrible watching another human being be sick. She could see his back arching and the contents of his stomach between his legs as he had his back to her. It was sickening but Emma was filled with concern for him. Maybe he had drunk way too much and was reacting to it. She hoped not.

Emma went to get up to help him when he turned back to look at her. She felt his eyes bearing through her as he gave her a stare full of hate. She had never seen such hate in someone’s eyes before and it scared her. It made her freeze in her tracks. Emma could tell that she had certainly done something wrong. No one would look at someone else like that if they were not angry. Emma just had no idea what it was that she had done and whatever it was, she hadn’t meant to.

“Eww!” James said in a disgusted voice. “Geeze man, that’s revolting. Learn to hold you alcohol” James called out as Daniel walked away. He was actually holding back laughter. In his mind it was funny. There were always people who drank way too much and he found it humourous to see just who it was who couldn’t hold their alcohol because he prided himself on being able to do it pretty well.

“Daniel!” Emma called out as she watched him walk away. Before she could go after him though he had disappeared back inside where there were people everywhere. “Shit!” Emma said under her breath as she reached for her shirt.

“Oh come on, he will be fine” James said, sensing that Emma was about to just leave him there. “I’ll be back, I just have to... I have to make sure he is okay” Emma told him as she got up off his lap and gave him a quick kiss. “Oh alright then, but hurry” James said as he lent back, stretching. He wasn’t happy about this but he could see that there was no point in forcing her to stay. If he forced her then there would be little chance she would stay and even less of a chance she would come back.

Emma turned and walked away back into the house. There were people everywhere and she couldn’t spot him. She was worried about him. He had just been sick and then he hadn’t even wanted to talk to her. Not many people actually spoke to him but Emma couldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t spoken to her. He had always had time for her and been nice to her. However something had changed and he acted like... like he couldn’t stand to look at her.

It upset her. Emma was also used to people liking her. No one ever looked at her like that. It was a shock. As she moved through the house people bumped into her and one guy even offered her a drink. Emma turned him down. She thought about asking around if people had seen Daniel but she didn’t think they would have. People tended to not take any notice of him. Emma though this mean but it was the way things were. Daniel was one of those people who blended in. People chose not to see him.

As she walked through the crowded house she became more worried. Emma needed to find him. After wondering around for a few minutes she spotted Tash, the host of the party and her friend. Emma made her way over towards her as Tash was pouring herself a drink in the kitchen. “Hey Girl” Tash said, gripping Emma in a hug. Emma smiled a little. “Hey, have you seen Daniel?” Emma asked, a worried expression on her face. “Daniel?” Tash said questioningly as if she had no idea who this person was.

Emma sighed. “Umm the guy from school who kind of hangs out by himself a lot? I was with him earlier in the kitchen” She said, explaining. Tash seemed to think about it for a moment or two. “Oh the emo guy?” She said as Emma nodded her head. It might not have been the most accurate description of one that Emma would have used but she knew her friend. Anyone different was instantly put into a group. Emo, nerd, goth, geek... it was the way Tash and most of her other friends thought. It was even how Emma thought at times.

“Umm... I thought I saw him with Belinda before. They were talking until she shoved him into the downstairs bedroom. She looked a mess... I was going to go and see if she was alright. I think Daniel is still in the room by himself” Tash said shrugging her shoulders. Emma thanked her before walking out of the kitchen towards the guest bedroom. The house was familiar to her since she had been there many times before for sleepovers and parties so she knew where the room was.

As she reached the room she knocked softly before opening the door. “Daniel?” Emma said as she stepped inside the dark room, closing the door behind her. “Are you alright?” She asked in a soft voice. With the door closed the room was fairly silent, there was still the sound of the loud music but it was muffled enough that she could talk in a quiet voice.

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Re: Monster

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The brief moment where he had been all alone had been heaven. He had almost forgotten all that had happened, but then a pain from the back of his head had burned through his consciousness, and it had all come back to him. Slowly, he had rolled over on his stomach, and with ever so careful movements, he had pulled himself from the floor. The world was spinning, it felt like the world kept tilting to one side, as if it was trying to throw him off the face of the planet.

The world was spinning too fast for him to keep up, he couldn't keep track of anything. Was he dreaming? Was it a nightmare he just couldn't wake up from, no matter how hard he tried. Which monster would come smashing through the door? Who was going to kill him? His nightmares always ended right before he died, but in the dream where he was falling, it never failed. Each and every time, he couldn't wake up before his body slammed against the rocks, the pavement, the waves of the ocean. Was this like one of those dreams?

"The ones who die in their sleep, are the ones who dream about falling, but don't wake up before they hit the ground."

"Gonna hit the ground..." He whispered to himself. He was still surrounded by the dark, and the occasional noises from outside didn't mean anything to him. He reached a hand out, and his fumbling fingers suddenly found something. It was cold, not alive. He groped around with his hands, and then it dawned upon him what it was. A bed. A huge double bed. Was he in a bedroom then? How strange. With all the horny teenagers around, he would have expected a couple occupying each and every bedroom, but this was completely empty.

That didn't matter though. He had to get out, he had to find the door. Turning his head, he could see nothing, but then he stopped every motion. He could hear how someone grabbed the door handle, a light touch, and then turned it. The light that for a moment shone bright was cut short, but he had recognised the silhouette before he even heard her voice. After all, she was the one he had looked at the most. Was he obsessed? No. Surely he wasn't. Why would he even obsess over a whore like her. A skank who seemed to have trouble keeping her clothes on, a bitch who looked ready to give herself to anyone. Just not him. "I'm the most unwanted person in the world..." He mouthed, knowing that she wouldn't see it. Not at all.

"I think... I think I might hit.. The ground." He then said, his voice sounding so loud in the room. His words were a bit blurry as he spoke them, but inside his head they made perfect sense. "Why... Why aren't you with.... What's his face...? That guy. The one... That guy who was trying... Trying to... Whhhh... What was his name again? ... You're not nak... Naked, are you? Because... Then you shouldn't be outside." He paused for a moment, and laughed. He sounded so dry, so dead and so goddamn defeated.

"But you're inside... So what.. What the fuck..."
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It took a few moments for Emma’s eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. Slowly she was able to make out a few shapes but no details. For a few moments there in the silent darkness, Emma wasn’t sure if Daniel was in here. Sure she had been told he had come in here but maybe he had gone already. She was also a little anxious to turn the light on, maybe he was upset or something and liked sitting in the dark? Or maybe he was crying and didn’t want anyone to see that he was crying? However when she finally heard his voice she didn’t hear the sound of tears so she guessed that he wasn’t crying, although that didn’t mean that he wasn’t upset.

When he spoke, Emma didn’t know what to say. To her, Daniel was talking in riddles. He was going to hit the ground? She had no idea what that meant. Was he going to hit the ground with like his hand or something or was he going to fall down? She was so confused and if he had been able to see her face he would have seen just how confused she was.

Emma became concerned though as he spoke about James. From what she could tell, Daniel was having trouble forming complete sentences. She had never seen him like this. Normally, despite his words being sometimes mixed up, he would make sense. Emma had been worried about him before but now she was even more worried.

At the mention of her being naked Emma blushed. She hadn’t meant for Daniel to see her like that and him mentioning it now just made her feel uncomfortable. Emma knew that she wasn’t the only one who had items of clothing off at the party but it was the way it was said that did it to her. There was something in the way he said it... like she had disappointed him or something. Emma didn’t quite know how to respond at first.

“Daniel...” Emma said as she took a step towards where his voice had come from. “I’m not naked, and I came inside to make sure you were alright. I was worried about you” Emma told him honestly. “Are you alright? Can I get you a drink of water or something? Maybe we could go and sit out the front and get some fresh air?” Emma offered. As far as she knew he was just sick, maybe had drunk too much. “Or I could call someone to come and pick you up if you were wanting to go home?” She had no idea what he wanted and Emma just wanted to make things better.

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Re: Monster

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"Don't wanna fuckin' go home!" He said instantly, his voice raised a little in the dark. It was clear that he wasn't agreeing with himself on how he felt, it could even be heard in his voice as he talked. It was so different from the normal him, so far from what he was. Or... What he had made them believe he was. As he stood there, the dump sound of their dreadful music almost shut out, the noise of her breathing was louder than anything else. "Stay away... Get closer, and I'll kill you. Fuckin' kill... I'll fucking kill you!" He shouted at her, almost roaring like a beast, finally displaying the anger he had pent up inside. He wasn't sure of where she was in the room, if she was even there.

What if it was just his imagination? Why wasn't it? Why was he so painfully aware that it wasn't?

Why was he so painfully aware of everything?

"Why'd you have to do that?" He then asked. Now, he could feel the warm traces of tears down over his cheeks, the tears of anger, those tears that he'd cry when his dad had beat him up years ago, when his mother had yelled in her drunken rage, when he had hid away in his room, when nothing had healed. It was those tears that came when he was so angry he couldn't keep himself from shaking, when he lost control over his body and when his mind shifted, when everything before him started feeling like an out of body experience.

He shook his head, and holding on to the desk with one hand, he wiped the tears from his face with the other. He was just about to lose balance with every little movement he made. The world was still spinning, and he couldn't get himself to face her. He couldn't get himself to search her out in the dark. "You... You know what he... Was goin' to... do, aight?" He went silent, and licked his lips, wondering why they felt so dry all of a sudden. In his current state of mind, everything seemed to be sudden. He wasn't even sure that this was really happening. It could be the worst nightmare of his life, right? It could be that the gods or fate or luck just wanted to screw with his mind and force him to know that it wasn't a dream, and that it wouldn't ever be.

Then he smiled to himself, holding his head low. "You know that you're a whore...? I thought you were... Better. Than the rest." He said, not caring that those words would probably hurt her. He had reached the point where his own hurt was all that mattered to him, and so, he couldn't be bothered with her feelings.

Almost without him noticing it happening he took a step towards where he had heard her voice. Then another, and then one more. The room was large sure, but already now, having taken those shaky fumbling steps towards her, he could feel her there. He didn't have to touch her at all, he just knew where she was. "Do.. You know?" He asked, his hair falling down in front of his eyes, his legs about to buckle under.

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Her whole body flinched when he raised his voice back at her. She put her hand up in a defensive way as he claimed that he didn’t want to go home. Emma wasn’t going to force him to go if he didn’t want to. Also she was a little afraid of making him do anything at the moment since it was clear that he wasn’t thinking straight and he was scaring her. Being the girl she was, Emma had seen her fair share of people who were under the influence but none of them had acted how Daniel was now. Although it wasn’t until he told her to stay away that she realised that maybe being in this room with him wasn’t such a good idea.

As he yelled for her to stay away, Emma took a few silent steps backwards, letting her arms drop a little. Maybe she should go and get some of the guys to come in here and help him home or something? When he yelled that he was going to kill her, the colour drained from her face. That wasn’t funny! Emma didn’t care if he was angry or upset but you don’t threaten to kill people. Yet hearing the sound of his voice and the angry which he said it with, Emma knew it wasn’t a joke and knew that she didn’t want to push him since he sounded as if he really would go through with it.

The backs of her feet hit the back of the door silently and her body pressed up against it. There was nowhere for her to go now that wasn’t out of the room. Part of her knew she should turn the door handle and walk back out into the party but Emma was scared and worried. Something about the way Daniel was acting... it wasn’t right and she wanted to fix it. It was after all her fault. She had been the one to insist that he come tonight, and she had been the one who had been on the back porch half undressed on top of a guy.

Daniel’s thoughts seemed to be following the same train that hers were as he commented on what James would have done with her. Emma was well aware of what would have happened. It could have been happening right now if Daniel hadn’t interrupted the pair of them. Emma wasn’t innocent, yet Daniel made her feel like she should be. Like he expected her to be, his next words confirming this.

Emma’s mouth dropped open as he called her a whore. She wasn’t a whore! Sure, she had slept with a few guys but in her mind that didn’t make her a whore. It wasn’t like she just slept with anyone. Yet she could also see where he was coming from... she had been out there with James ready to give herself to him. Tears formed in the girls eyes as she felt the presence of Daniel walking towards her.

“Daniel...” Emma said, shaking her head. “I’m not a whore. I like James... and he likes me. There is no harm in what we were going to do, I mean everyone does it” She said, trying to make it out like it was no big deal even if it had hurt her a lot. There was no way James was going to get lucky tonight. “It’s not like it is your business what I do and who I do it with, you are not my boyfriend” Emma said, hoping that he would understand what she meant by the last line. She didn’t want to hurt him but she did want him to stop talking about her sex-life.

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Re: Monster

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He swayed as he listened to her, a smile on his face that grew for each word she spoke. Everyone was doing it. That made it okay. So, as long as someone had done it before, it wouldn't be a crime. He already knew that a crime was only a crime if someone knew it had taken place, and right now... Who would know she was there? Who would know he was there? In truth, there were only the two of them, and the world on the other side of the wall was too busy with themselves to care that there would soon be a murderer and a corpse in the room where he and Emma were.

Yes...

He took another step closer to her, his eyes closed as he moved. Slowly, he reached his hands out towards her, and with the wicked smile on his face, his eyes flickered open, and he leaned closer until he was just an inch from her face. The tips of their noses just a mere inch from touching. The static he felt from being so close to her was surpassed by far by his anger and scorn, and he hadn't ever believed that something could have made him feel so strange. He felt more alive than ever, but only because the situation now resembled a game inside his head. She was his enemy. She had done him wrong, and now she was trying to defend herself and explain, just like a fiend who wasn't strong enough to back up words with action. He even felt a little pity for her. Right then and there. But it was little, and it was only a sting. That was all there was left of his ability to feel compassion, and it was not enough to make him realise what he was doing.

"Everyone does it, Emma." He whispered, his voice low, but still, his tone was chilly, his words so cold. "If everyone does it... Does that make it okay to you? Is that what you're saying?" He paused, trying to collect his thoughts once again, trying to make the words come out the way he intended them to, and not so he would sound like a babbling fool.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, he could almost imagine how it must feel for her, the weight of his hands on her shoulders, how it must feel as he tightened his grab of her, his fingers clenching into her skin. "You are a filthy whore, Emma. Everyone else does it, you do it, they're filthy, you're filthy. You're a disgrace to mankind, and because everyone else does it..." He muttered to her, staring into the darkness that obscured her face for him, he could only keep going. His fingers travelled across her skin, to her neck, and there they stopped.

"Everyone else kills things, Emma, So I'm going to kill you." His grip tightened again, his words become a low growl, a roar that would have come from an animal, and not a human boy.

"I'm going to kill you... Because... You are... A filthy whore."

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Emma felt him getting closer but she didn’t have anywhere she could go. The closer he got to her, the more impossible it got for her to open the door since it opened inwards and he could more than easily block it. In fact, it was pretty much impossible for her to get out. She cursed herself for not getting out of here when she had the chance a few moments ago. Emma should have run, she should have screamed or done something. Yet here she was trapped in a room with Daniel. The knowledge that she was trapped in this room with Daniel scared the hell out of her. Normally it wouldn’t have bothered her but with the way he was acting, Emma wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

When he spoke she shivered. The way he said it made it sound as if it was so wrong. Was it? Was sleeping with a guy so wrong? Emma had been enjoying herself and it was her body, she could do whatever she wanted with it. Yet there was something in his voice, something that made it seem like for him it was the worst sin she could have possibly committed and that just because everyone else was doing it, doesn’t make it right. To Emma that sounded like it was something that would have come from someone who didn’t care about what people thought about them. That was not her though, Emma wanted to fit in and she had wanted to have a good time. After all, it wasn’t her first time.

Emma gasped as she felt Daniel’s hands touching her shoulders. It hurt as he dug his fingers into her soft skin, his grip getting tighter and tighter. “Ouch... Daniel, stop it that hurts” Emma said as he spoke. She was only half paying attention to what he was saying as she tried to pull herself away from him. Her hand went down to the door handle as she tried to open the door but when she went to step away from it she just ended up with her body pressing up against Daniel’s as he continued to speak in a cold yet almost detached voice. Emma’s shoulders and upper body even tried to twist away from him but his grip was too tight.

Daniel’s hands moved across her shoulders and too her neck as Emma froze. He wasn’t going to... he couldn’t... Emma thought to herself yet as his fingers gripped around her neck and began to tighten she realised what he was doing. Even if she hadn’t his words explained everything that he was going to do. This time they were not distant and cold but angry and almost as if they were something which could never come out of a boy. As he explained it Emma began to fight against him, feeling the restriction on her neck increasing.

“Daniel no... please no” Emma said in a desperate voice as her hands tried to push him off her but she didn’t have the strength. They then went to her neck as she tried to pry his fingers off her as she began to gag and gasp for the oxygen her body desperately needed. She fought desperately, her nails digging into his hands and her legs trying to kick at him as she tried to get him to stop but he seemed crazed, ad if something else had taken over and Daniel was no longer there... well at least the Daniel that Emma knew.

“Help!” Emma called out, her voice though not being loud enough to carry over the sound of the music and the chances of anyone hearing her were next to none. She might have had a chance if her throat wasn’t being restricted by Daniel’s hands. She was scared as she began to lose the energy to fight. Was this how her life was going to end? Strangled to death in a bedroom at a party? Tears started to well in her eyes as they looked up, trying to look into Daniel’s as they begged for him to stop. Emma wanted to live...

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"I raped her.

Then I killed her.

Everyone would have done it, everyone would have chosen to do the same. You hear that, Emma? That makes it okay. As long as all the others would have done the same, you can't blame me. But someone did anyway.

I took you. Forced you. You begged for me to stop, but I didn't. You deserved what happened, and I deserved what happened. Serves me right for ever caring about you. When I had finished with you, when I had taken what I wanted from your flesh, I found a knife. Remember? I wasn't going to let you get away from me, ever. You really think I was that stupid? Ha! You must have no idea of how many murders I had planned, already before I met you, I was angry enough at the world to want to kill everything. I knew how to kill.

And you screamed, and you screamed, over and over. Your face was wet with tears, and I'll never forget the look on your face when I killed you. I won't forget the feeling of power. I had ultimate power over you. I still do. You're mine, ever since that night, you've been mine. And that will never end.

Your blood was warm, so warm. It tasted horrible, you were tainted, your blood was worth nothing. You were worth nothing, you had let too many inside. Whore.

You filthy whore."


They had found him, covered in blood, soundly asleep next to the dead girl. There was no doubt that he was the murderer, and he confessed right away. The media called him a monster, for even he agreed that he felt neither regret nor remorse. He was perfectly fine with what he had done, and even when he was faced with her parents, in a final attempt to break him, make him feel, he did nothing but to politely greet them, and smile. He was proud. He was proud of what he had done, and they all agreed that he had to be insane.

Someone said it was because of the music he listened to. So loud, violent, it wasn't the first time this music was associated with killers.

Then someone said it was the video games he had played. They had taught him that whatever he faced, was not real, and if he killed it, it would simply come back later.

Another person blamed his mother and father. None of them gave a shit about the boy, but the mother took the time to show up in the news and pretend to care. Too bad she was never good at acting.

And, as the shocker, someone raised their voice and said that maybe, just maybe it was because of the world.

He never told them why. He just sat there and smiled proudly, the perfect image of how fucked up his generation was.

And then they sent him to a hospital. Far away from everything, with all the other insane people. And there he sat for years, confined to a small room with white walls and nothing but a bed and a painting of a crying clown, as time passed, more and more creatures came into his room at night. Death visited him once, accompanied by her friends. They just stared at him, and he stared back, always smiling.

He never said anything, he just smiled. Late at night, with all of his imaginary friends, he just smiled as he listened to their stories and ideas, and they expanded his horizon. Will you believe it, he almost reached the edges of the universe! But then the doctors stopped drugging the livin' shit out of him, and he sorta came back 'round. Then they told him that they were going to release him. Sure, they had to do some test and poke and prod and touch and tingle first, but they were going to let him out. Sooner or later they were going to let him out.

The day came sooner than he had expected.


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Daniel slowly turned his head as the train he was on slowed down, and arrived at the station. He wasn't sure where he was, but he had a feeling that this would be a great time to get off the train. Opposite of him sat an old lady, who, quite frankly made him feel rather nauseous. She snored horribly loud, and drooled on her shoulder, something she had done for the past two hours, and he was getting sick of it. He had wondered if they would lock him up once more, should he decide to smash the window open and hurl her out, and had decided that they most definitely would, and so, he didn't do it.

But it was tempting.

Things like that were always tempting, but he never followed trough. Not any more. Being called Monster once in his life had been way more than enough for him.

He stepped onto the platform, a suitcase in his hand, and nothing else but the clothes on his back. He only had what was most necessary, but it was enough. He had to start over, try and make it work. As he stood there, the warm rays of the sun caressed his skin, a soft breeze blew by, and there was only one thing on his mind. It was in the first days of summer, he had to get himself together. He had to find a place to live, he had to get a job, he had to start over. He couldn't go back to his parents, there was no way he was going back to that town. Not that they would have welcomed him anyway. If he returned, it would just feel like they'd win. That was unacceptable.

He ran his fingers through his hair, and at once a sting of anger broke his focus. The bastards had cut his hair, and now, he looked just about any other man you could see on the street. He hated it. He wanted his long hair back, he wanted his leather jacket, he wanted his combat boots, he wanted all that stuff still, and he missed it. But, he could rebuild.

Moving a little around to calm a little down, he set for the streets of the town. Based on what he had seen, it was a fairly cosy place, small, nothing too out and about. Chances were that no one would remember him, if his rumour had even ever reached this place, that was.

His gaze scanned everything there was in sight, and he then sighed.

"Let's not fuck up this time..." He muttered to himself.

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With headphones in her ears Sidney walked out of the school gate, pretending to not look around as the other students filed out around her. Sidney just tried to blend in as much as possible with the sidewalk and not drawing attention to herself. It was a small town so there were not a lot of opportunities to make friends and there were only so many people in the school let alone in her actual grade. For Sidney, this was made increasingly hard due to how shy she was. She didn’t like people and she tended to keep to herself.

Her mother used to say that Sidney was born into the wrong century, that she was a girl who would have fitted in back in the eighteen or early nineteen hundreds rather than the twenty first century. It was more a reflection on her quite nature and that she would have made the perfect little woman who would sit in a room, poised and perfect while working on her needle work or reading a book. Sidney loved books and spent most of her time reading or listening to music.

Walking down the sidewalk, Sidney reached into the pocket of her grey school skirt and took out her ipod. After a few turns of the dial she settled on a song, slipping it back inside. “Check Yes Juliet” by We the kings. The song had popped into her head moments before as she had left the school gates. As she took her eyes off of where she was walking to put her ipod away, Sidney didn’t notice that she was about to walk into someone.

With a thud she walked into the back of one of the older guys who up until a moment ago had been walking in front of her but had come to a stop to talk to one of his friends. Her books which she had been holding against her white blouse covered chest fell to the ground. “What the hell?” The guy who Sidney knew as Max said as he turned around. “Watch where you are going” He said in a harsh voice. He was on the football team and his father owned the local pub. Everyone knew everyone in this town and it wasn’t hard to know someone’s whole history. Dropping down, Sidney picked up the books she had just dropped with trembling fingers. “Sorry” Sidney mumbled, blushing as she stood and walked past him. She could hear the group of guys talking about her but she tried to ignore it, they were not worth it.

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Taking the first few steps out into the streets of the village felt like being born again, seeing all these buildings, the homes of strangers, random people walking down the street, it was almost like travelling back in time, to revisit his hometown. It even looked like there was a few faces he could recognise, but of course it was just his mind playing tricks on him. No one could expect that his brain worked as it should after those years with medication. At least that was over now, at least there wouldn't be any more creatures to visit him in the night, no more nightmares that would stare back at him and smirk because they knew that they could always escape. They could always come and go as they pleased, but he couldn't do that, not even now.

Being just a human, he knew that life had it's limits. Being a criminal, he knew that life would never be what it could have been. There was just no point in realising that now, if it had been supposed to do him any good, he should've realised it before he tore Emma to pieces. Long before.

One still had to live with his flaws, and he had come to terms with that. Still, he felt no shame, he didn't regret anything, but sometimes, just sometimes in the dead of night, he wondered what could have happened, what could have been. Now, listening to the sound of his footsteps against the sidewalk, glancing over his shoulder every once in a while, he figured that the days of wondering were over. He had one chance, one single chance to create a life worth living, and he would do anything to make sure nothing went wrong this time.

He stopped and put the suitcase, worn and looking like it could fall apart any given moment, down by his feet. He sighed as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans, and turned his head to decide where he was going now. He was standing on the corner of the street he had been walking down, and one that crossed it, and now he wondered what to do first. It wasn't too late in the day, perhaps he should check out the opportunities for finding a job. The little money he had couldn't give him food and shelter for very long. Maybe he ought to find a place to spend the night first? A roof over his head, a bed to sleep in. That would be needed too. There was just one problem. Who would give him a job when he didn't have any papers, no identity cards, no home, and who would rent him a place to live when he had no job, and really, hardly even existed.

Maybe, if he was lucky, a computer, somewhere would have his name saved, someone would know that he was alive. But here, he could be whoever he wanted to be. That was always a place to start.

He turned his head once more, and now a building caught his eye. It was a huge brick monster, old fashioned, with gargoyles carved from rock looming under the roof. They stared down at the street, everyone who passed by, no one could avoid their watchful gaze. He grabbed a hold of his suitcase and walked closer. His eyes grew wide as he stared at the building, noticing more and more details. There were small spirals also carved from rock, branches and leaves tying it all together. The windows were huge and the glass was dark, almost black, and from what he could tell, it was a library. The few people on the stairs leading to the entrance all carried books in their arms, and so, he assumed that it would be a good place to start. They'd probably have a phonebook where he could find a number or an address to a motel or something like that, and he'd just go from there. That was at least what he thought as he moved up the stairs.

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Sidney didn’t look back as the group of boys continued talking about how clumsy she was and how she had done it on purpose. If she wasn’t mistaken there had even been a joke about how she would do anything just to be able to touch Max. Sidney rolled her eyes as she continued to walk down the footpath. There was no way she would go for any of these guys. They were too into themselves that it made it impossible for her to even consider liking them. No
 Sidney was going to get out of this small town as soon as she was finished school and move to the city. It was there that she hoped, amongst the larger numbers that she would find someone who got her.

The girl had walked no more than a block when her phone which was slipped into her pocket began to vibrate, it was still on silent from when she had been in class. Taking it out she spotted her mother’s number on the screen and quickly pressed the green button to answer it.

“Hi Mum” Sidney said as she listened to her mother explaining that she was still at work and would be getting home late. This wasn’t unusual. Her mother worked as the regional manager for most of the local banks in the surrounding area. It often meant late nights working to get things done and constant trips out of town to go and visit the other stores. This didn’t bother Sidney too much, she liked the quiet that would fall over the house when she was the only one home.

This time however her mother had been held up in one of the banks in the town three over from the one that they lived in. Her mother explained that she wouldn’t be home until around midnight but that she had left some money on the counter at home if Sidney wanted to order in from the only pizza shop in town.

After the quick conversation with her mother, Sidney decided that if she was going to be home alone, then she needed something to read. Only the night before Sidney had finished “To kill a mocking bird”, so if she was to enjoy herself tonight she would need another book from the library.

Taking a left at the next street Sidney headed towards the library which wasn’t too far away. There were no more incidents as she approached the steps of the old building. In fact, it was the oldest building in town. Turning her head phones and ipod off she put it in her pocket as she walked inside, inhaling deeply as she could smell all of the old books. To her, it was magic.

The lady behind the counter smiled over at Sidney, and Sidney smiled back. She was an elderly lady who had worked at the library since Sidney was a baby. She had a motherly look about her, even though Sidney knew that the lady had never had any children. Without saying a word Sidney walked past the new section of the library. This area comprised of the three computers which the library possessed as well as a bright and colourful children's area which was meant to encourage children to read. Without taking any notice of these areas or the people in them she headed for the back shelves, the ones which ran across the back wall where the lighting was dim and a thin layer of dust covered the shelves. It was here that Sidney liked to find her books.

The older one seemed to have so much more to say and were written in a way that one had to think about the meaning, it wasn't just spelled out for you. Silently Sidney walked along the row, looking at the names on covers as she tried to find one that was just perfect, one that would suit her mood and carry her away from this small town and from her boring life into somewhere different, somewhere where she could watch the lives of others and forget about everything else.

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He had stopped, and now stood right by the entrance, looking an odd mixture of shy and creepy. Once more, he missed his long hair, he missed something he could hide behind, for this felt wildly uncomfortable. It wasn't that there were a myriad of people, in fact there were almost none, but being exposed to the public was something he wasn't ready to do. He felt itchy.

Where was the doctors when you needed them?

Why didn't any of them come running with a little cup of colourful pills and attempt to force them down his throat?

He needed them to drug him to hell again, 'cause he was pretty sure that he'd just seen death pass by again, and she had only done that once before, when they'd given him the purple pill.

He ran his fingers over his face, trying to get himself sorted out. Shouldn't they have given him a number he could call if things were going wrong? Probably. It would have been procedure. But they'd just given him a train ticket and sent him off. He was pretty much on his own. Well, they had given him a new name, but that was it. Then something caught his eye. Along the wall, there was a computer, and with a look of discretion in his eyes, he inched closer to it. Hesitantly, he sat down, and then he thought it through once more.

After he had been arrested for murder, he hadn't heard anything new about himself other than what he could guess from the questions the reporters asked him. He knew what title they had given him, he knew that they had blamed his parents for creating a monster, but not much more. If only Emma had been there to see what chaos she had caused. He wouldn't have harmed her if she'd only acted smart.

He navigated his way to Google, thinking that it would be easiest like that. He typed in his own name in the search bar, and after pressing enter, he found that there seemed to be at least a thousand articles about him, or people with the same name. He clicked on the first one that had popped up, which turned out to be a very short article with a picture that was slightly out of focus. It did look like it was him though. He recognized the slumped over way of walking, the way the hair fell down in front of his face... It felt like it was a decade ago, but it was hardly more than five or six years really.

The article said very little of actual interest to him, most of it didn't matter, he knew the story of the murder he had committed, and he wasn't in the mood for reading about who speculated about what. He couldn't care less, even if he actually tried his best.

He felt a chill down his spine, and shrugging he looked around. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something most interesting, something that completely blew him away and caused his jaw to drop.

Emma walked right by him. It was the same walk, the same eyes. Her hair fell in the same way, and her body was exactly the same as back then.

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Her finger trained softly through the layer of dust along the shelves as she read through the titles mentally. So many of them she had read previously and others didn’t interest her. Sidney found it peaceful here. It was somewhere that none of the guys from school would be. Sidney doubted that they even knew how to read. Not even the girls came to the library, not unless there was a big assignment at school and even then they were never here long.

Wondering through the rest of the shelves she finally came across one of her favourites. Upon seeing it she instantly knew what she would be curling up with tonight; Little Women. It had been one of the first books which had caught her imagination. Picking it up she dusted it off with the palm of her hand, the particles floating in the air for a moment before floating in a downwards direction. Sidney smiled as she ran her fingers through her hair and then began to head back through the shelves towards the counter at the front entrance of the library.

Walking back she was in her own little world, thinking about the story which she was to read tonight and how she knew both the beginning, middle and end but how each time she picked up on things she had missed previously. Sidney had only really been out the back of the library for a few minutes even though to Sidney it felt like longer. It had left her calm and relaxed as she walked over to where the lady who had greeted her earlier stood behind the counter. As she walked Sidney reached into her bag to take out her wallet which had her library card in it.

“Did you find one love?” The lady said with a kind smile. “Yeah, an old favourite” Sidney said as she handed over the book to the lady and then her card which was swiped to log onto her account. The lady picked the book up and looked at the title with a grin. “Ah yes, I remember the first time you borrowed this... not to mention every time since” The lady said as she scanned the book, laughing softly. Sidney smiled. “I just felt like I was in the mood for it” Sidney shrugged her shoulders.

“Okay, so that one is due back in the usual two weeks but we both know you will be back either tomorrow or the day after with it” The lady said handing her the book and her card back which Sidney put both into her bag. “Thanks for that, see you soon” Sidney said with a shy smile before heading towards the exit.

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He stared at her, at Emma almost like he hadn't seen her before. Paradoxically, he only stared because he was dead sure that he'd seen her before. He knew her, her very innermost nooks and crannies, the look she would have in her eyes, should she one day be murdered and violated in the worst ways possible. Monster knew her. He was nailed to the place, stuck in front of the computer, and thought no longer of anything even near his own name or who he was. He was caught in the wonderful mixture of confusion and bliss, this vision of her, it was most welcome. But it could not be true. It couldn't ever be. Another after-effect from the pills maybe? Another trick of his mind? Whatever it was, he couldn't take his eyes from her face, her youthful and carefree face. To Daniel, she was the most angelic thing he had ever witnessed, she was the girl he had murdered, and now she stood there, ressurrected. Wasn't this supposed to be a miracle of biblical proportions?

There was no halo around her head, but behind her stood a corpse.

And that made Daniel stop for a moment. What was this? He could tell that this was the corpse of a woman, one much older than he, and one that arguably weighed around seven times as much as he. He was a fullgrown man, but this thing was simply obscene. His estimate was somewhere in the vicinity of 500 kilos, since she just looked like she weighed half a ton. Rotting or not. The skin on the flaps of fat that hang everywhere from this once-person had turned grey, and in many places was no longer. There was the occational spot that had turned black, and become a hole reachong deep into the gut of the bloated thing, and from these depths there were streams of purple liquid, which was so thick it almost clumped together constantly. The face of the thing was ghastly to behold, the eyesockets almost made it look like there was life in there somewhere, like there was thoughts and ideas from beyond the grave.

It then raisedd it's hand, and held it out towards Daniel. In the same moment, it opened it's mouth, and in a voice that was so horrid and disgusting as it could possibly be, it screamed at him.

"YOU'LL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT!"

And then Emma turned around, and walked past the corpse. In the wake of her shadow, the fat corpse disappeared, and became nothing more than a memory. He was completely baffled, and had a feeling that the vision he had just seen had been his brain trying to scare him or maybe the lack of drugs getting to him, for no matter how he turned it in his head, the corpse had most certainly been there. He was just the only one who could see it. He had played enough video games, and seen enough horrormovies as a kid to know what was going on. Or at least to form an idea. It had always bugged him how the characters in the games and movies had no idea how to safe themselves, mostly because they didn't watch enough movies, so in the time of half a second he had a plan he could act on, should something like the vision happen again. But first...

In a long striding motion, he got up from the chair and almost slithered nearer to Emma. As he approached, he was struck by her scent, and like an animal he was lured closer and almost forgot about the corpse and the words it had belched out at him. He reached his hand out and placed it on her shoulder with heavy force, and in the same moment his lips moved, and he uttered to her, just her name.

"Emma..."

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Walking away from the desk and towards the exit, Sidney was already thinking about her plans for the evening. Curling up on the couch with a good book and ordering some food. She liked the idea of having the house to herself. All day she’d had to put up with people who clearly didn’t like her so the idea of not having to pretend any longer was very appealing. It wasn’t that she was anti-social or that she didn’t like people, she just didn’t like the people at her school and in her town.

As Sidney almost reached the door she was startled as she felt a hand roughly touch her shoulder. In fact, it made her jump slightly from fright. The first thing that came to her mind was the guys from school who would often tease her. Maybe they had followed her to the library – a place Sidney was sure they didn’t know existed. She wasn’t in the mood for any additional drama this afternoon; she just wanted to get home to her book.

However the touch was followed up by a voice she didn’t recognise saying the name Emma. Sidney didn’t even know an Emma, and she knew for certain that she wasn’t named Emma. Turning around she looked at him, hoping to be polite in informing the person that they must be mistaken. Turning around she saw a man standing there, still with his hand on her shoulder. Sidney knew everyone in town, yet she hadn’t seen this guy before. It wasn’t that often that someone new arrived. You could stand at the station and more people got on when a train arrived than got off. Someday, Sidney hoped to be one of those people who got on the train and never came back.

“Umm... I’m not Emma” Sidney said in a confused voice. “I think you have the wrong person. I’m Sidney, sorry” She said as she looked up at him for a moment. There was something about him... but Sidney couldn’t quite put her finger on it. His face seemed to hold some level of confusion, as if he had seen a ghost. “Are you alright?” Sidney asked, biting into her lower lip nervously. The way he was looking at her, despite worrying her also intrigued her and she wanted to make sure that he was alright. Sidney wasn’t the type of girl to just walk away from someone.

The elderly lady behind the borrowing counter glanced over at the two of them for a moment, watching the exchange since she too had never seen this guy before and had guessed by Sidney’s reaction that she didn’t know him either. She made sure not to stare, yet she was keeping an eye on the two of them. The lady knew Sidney’s mother, and like all the woman in this town kept an eye on the children.

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"Sidney...?" He repeated, almost soundlessly. It was just a motion of his lips, and his eyes revealed the amount of questions running trough his head as she spoke to him. Her voice was like Emma's, but she said she wasn't the right person. He moved away from her, removing his hand from her shoulder, almost as if she had burned him, and stared at her with a strange look on his face. Then, he moved his gaze ever so slightly, and stared at a point beyond her. There were no fiends, no ghouls, no zombies and whatnot. Just library. Completely ordinary, old, dusty library. He moved his attention back to her, and already now knew that he was acting mighty suspicious. He had crossed the line of just mistaking her identity, and must've seemed more like some freak pervert.

"Well, in that case I'm sorry, Sidney." He added, attempting a charming smile that he almost pulled off. Almost. "You just look like someone I used to know a few years back." He started moving back towards the computer where he had sat just moments before, and gave her a single nod before turning his back on her. "Have a nice day..." There was hesitation in his voice as he hurried away, trying to appear calm. In truth, his hands were shaking, his lips trembling, and his heart was racing. He felt as if he was about to collapse and vomit his guts out on the floor. His level of anxiety was higher than he could believe, and he was really rather sure that he needed one of the docs to come running with those funny little pills that made his brain go numb to everything. An image flashed through his mind, it was him curling up in a corner and trying to defend himself from this girl.

Sidney.

Emma.

He tried to sit down and calm his breathing, but it was much too difficult. Once more, the words of the dead lump of rotten fat jolted through his head, and they were twisted and turned inside his head, suddenly it was Emma's voice. Oh, and it was painful for him to hear her speak like that, it hurt in his bones, his throat and deep in his heart. It felt like it was going to stop. Just cease to beat. And she would laugh, Emma would laugh at him!

His legs buckled under him. He fell to the floor, wrapping his arms around himself. It felt like he was experiencing a seisure, and he was very sure that it would kill him. He tried to turn his head to look at Sidney.

Sidney.

Emma.

His body wouldn't shop shaking, his muscles hurt from the strained movements, this was the worst thing that could have happened. Was she laughing? Was Emma laughing. He didn't know, his eyes refused to obey him, and then the world turned dark.

His thinking stopped.

Maybe his heart stopped too.

But he could still feel. Clearly. He felt the weight of the world upon his shoulders, and then a pin-prick. Just like being stung with a needle. The pain was light, he barely even noticed it. And then, with the force of an alien trying to break through his chest, his heart beat, and he was ripped awake, with a gasp, and he spoke her name as the only thing.

"Sidney!"

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Sidney watched the man intently as he repeated her name and seemed to have trouble understanding it. Did she really look so much like this Emma girl? Normally she would have thought that someone like this was some kind of freak, or pervert or something like that but as she looked into his face and into his eyes she could see that he looked almost terrified of her presence here. He also seemed fairly harmless, almost as if she had caused him more pain than he had done to her. As he apologised she shook her head. In her mind it wasn’t such a big deal, it was just a simple mistaken identity after all. Emma... Sidney guessed that he had some sort of close connection to this girl. Maybe she had been a sister or a girlfriend or a friend who had gone missing or died or that he had simply lost contact with, Sidney felt sorry for him and reached a hand out to touch him but as she did he turned to walk away from her. She could see his body was on edge, trembling and she could almost see a line of sweat on his brow. “It’s okay... you too” Sidney whispered as she stood there watching as he walked away. There was something about him... Sidney was almost worried about him.

A scream left her lips as she watched him fall to the ground. Despite not knowing him Sidney rushed over to him, reaching out and touching his shoulder to try and get his body to stop thrashing around but it was no use. “Sir?” Sidney said, not even having got the man’s name as she tried to get through to him. The elderly lady from behind the counter was quickly alerted by Sidney’s scream and went to rush over as well before the young girl called out to her. “Call an ambulance” Sidney cried out as she continued to try and hold the man still to stop him from hurting herself. The woman stopped in her tracked and turned around, rushing back to her desk where she picked up the phone and dialling the emergence number. Sidney could hear her voice in the background as she tried to get the man to remain still.

“Yes... there has been an accident at the library we need an ambulance... A man has fallen down and in some kind of fit... No I don’t know what his name is... Yes, young Sidney is trying to stop him from hurting himself... okay.... alright... Just hurry”

For Sidney who didn’t leave the man’s side the ambulance took forever to get there but in truth it was only about four minutes. It was a small town but they had their own ambulance service and doctors. As the men came in they took over and Sidney took a few steps back but still watching. A crowd had moved around the man but she didn’t even notice them. In her mind all she could think was “I caused this”, something about her had triggered this reaction and despite not understanding it Sidney felt guilty. She had never hurt anyone before, it just wasn’t in her. However this man on the ground in front of her could die because of her.

The paramedic’s only took a few moments to assess the situation, pulling out a needle and injecting a clear solution into the man’s arm. It would help his body relax and decrease the amount of shock which he was going through. The elderly lady had put her arms around Sidney to try and comfort her as tears ran down the girls cheeks. If he died, it would have been all her fault. Sidney just wanted to curl up in a little ball and cry... or rush home to her room and shut the door, shutting out the world. She watched as the paramedic’s continued to check for vital signs of the man on the ground. Sidney didn’t even know his name and had to shake her head when she was asked who he was.

The gasp startled her and caused her to jump slightly but when he said her name, Sidney lost all colour in her face. She didn’t know him... yet here he was saying her name as he woke up. She glanced at the elderly lady who gave a confused shrug of her shoulders. Like Sidney, she didn’t know what to make of the situation. Sidney didn’t want to go anywhere near the man, yet at the same time she was drawn to him, as if she needed to. He had asked for her, or at the least he had said her name. Sidney had caused this so the least she could do was to be here for him while he was recovering.

“I’m here... are you okay?” Sidney whispered in a concerned voice as she knelt down beside him, one of the medics moving to give her some room. They had assessed that for the moment the man was okay, he might need to go see a doctor for a check up but other than that it just looked like a serious panic attack. The best thing they could do at the moment was to keep him relaxed and if he wanted Sidney then that was fine with them.

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