âWill you pass the potatoes, please?â I asked as I set down the plate of ham. A few second later, I had no potatoes, so I looked up to investigate. âMom?â
âWhat was that dear?â My mother looked up at me, snapping out of her daydream.
âThe potatoes.â I repeated.
âOh, here you are, Hun.â She handed me the bowl of potatoes and I put them on my plate as I looked at her.
âAre you okay?â I asked.
âYeah, just thinking about things.â She smiled at me. Suddenly, I was no longer at the dinner table, but in my bedroom. I was staring at the mirror; my refection was dressed in a beautiful wedding gown with my mother standing behind me. I looked like a younger version of her. âYou look beautiful.â She turned me around to face her. âNick is very lucky.â I tilted my head to her, perplexed.
âNick?â I questioned. âWhat about Derek?â She shook her head at me.
âNo, no. Not him.â Suddenly my mother standing in front of me was engulfed in flames. I blinked and the flames disappeared.
âMom?â I reached out and touched her, she was as real as the dress on my body. âItâs not safe here.â I could feel something in the pit of my stomach. âWe should go.â
âWe canât leave.â She argued. âYouâre not ready yet.â Once again, the flames appeared all around her, but with a few blinks she was back to normal.
âMom, I really think we should go.â I reached my hand out to her, but she didnât take it. âMom, please.â
âEmma.â She scolded me. âI told you, youâre not going anywhere! Youâre not ready to leave!â My mother was engulfed in flames as she spoke to me, but we were no longer in my bedroom, we were in a field surrounded by others who stood still while flames tickled their skin. I looked around desperately for help but found nothing. Unexpectedly, the people in the field vanished and I was left alone with only tombstones.
âMom?â I called to her, but she was gone. I could see a figure emerging from the smoke. âNick.â I felt a warm sensation in my body as he walked closer to me. His huge arms wrapped themselves around me in a sweet embrace. âNick, what happened?â He buried his face in my hair.
âDonât leave me, Emma.â He whispered. âI just found you. Please donât leave me.â I couldnât understand his sadness. I wasnât going anywhere. Just as suddenly as he appeared, Nick vanished. I was once again left alone in the field, but now it had started snowing. I shivered and I could see my breath in the air. I was losing control of what was reality and what was delusion. âNick!â I called out for him, but just like my mother, I received no response. I let out a scream, startled by Derek now standing mere inches from me. The friendly feeling, I always got when Derek was around was no longer there. I somehow felt threatened, but I had no desire to fight him. He reached up to me and brushed the back of his fingers against my cheek.
âSweet little Emma.â He whispered. âYou were never meant to get hurt.â
âThen donât hurt me.â I whispered back. His fingers wrapped themselves around the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head. I stood freezing in the middle of the field with only jeans and a bra covering my body. Snowflakes began catching in Derekâs dusty blonde hair. I locked my emerald eyes on his gray ones and held his stare.
âIâm trying to help you, but I donât know if it will work.â Abruptly, my chest began to burn. I looked down to see a cross-shaped hole begin to form.
âDerek?â I looked up to him for comfort, but his stare was blank. âWhatâs happening to me?â The hole began to seep black puss.
âIâm trying to help you.â Derek repeated. âYou were never meant to get hurt.â
âThen help me!â I screamed. Derekâs palm punched me in the chest, right in the black oozing hole. I doubled over and stepped back to catch my balance. When I stood up straight again, Derek was gone. My ear felt wet, so I reached up and touched it only to find the black ooze on my fingertips. My nose began to run with more blackness and I suddenly couldnât catch my breath. I coughed and coughed until I coughed up the blackness. âWhat did you do to me?â I coughed again. âDerek?â I coughed and coughed until I vomited. I fell to my knees, vomiting more and more. I couldnât stop. I couldnât breathe. âNick.â I cried out for him, but he wasnât there. I vomited again, the blackness now streaming out of my eyes like tears. A hand gripped my arm and I looked up to see my motherâs angelic face was back.
âEmma, youâre not ready to leave.â She said sternly.
âMom, I canât stop.â I vomited more.
âEmma! Listen to me.â She pulled me to my feet. âFight this. You need to fight this!â She shook me hard, but I could barely focus on her words. âGo back to him, Emma.â She shook me again. âGo!â I gasped for air. I couldnât breathe. I wrapped my hands around my throat and tried to scream, but nothing came out. I was choking. âEmma! Enough of this!â My mother grabbed my hands and pulled down. She put her hands on my cheeks and forced me to look at her. âNick needs you. Your pack needs you.â I could feel a breath escape my lips. Then another, and another. I could breathe again. âGo to them.â My mother whispered to me.
âDonât leave me.â I begged her. âPlease, mom, I need you.â
âYou donât.â She smiled at me and wrapped me in her arms. I didnât want to leave, I wanted to stay with her forever. Suddenly, she pulled back from our embrace and pushed me with such force I began falling. As if she threw me off a cliff, I couldnât stop falling. I closed my eyes and let the darkness take me.