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Cry For Me Chapter 8
Angels aren't easy to find, but somehow Charles found Emily, he's very own dancing Angel. He watched Silently from just outside the dance studio, she lifts her leg high above her head, if they were any longer they'd touch the ceiling. He observed her every move, the way she hummed the song as she danced, the way her hips swayed to the rhythm, her snotty laugh every time she made a mistake, her satisfied smile every time she got it right. "Charles?" she suddenly called out making his heart skip a beat "I know you're there," she giggled "come out"He stepped out of his hiding place, he's head looking down embarrassed "What are you doing watching from the corners like a creep" she placed both hands on her waist and shook her head "come inside" she invited him in with a warm smile, a smile warm enough to smile the sun as well as young Mr. Charles' heart. "I'm actually really glad you're here" she took him by the hand and pulled him into the studio "I need your help" "Whatever it is,
Cry For Me chapter 9
Have you ever thought about dying? Surely everyone has at least once or twice in their lives. If you were to die today how would you prefer to go? Maybe in the arms of a loved one, or looking back at old precious memories. Emily sits on the floor, numb from all the pain. She couldn't feel anything, both in her heart and in her head, nothing. It was absolutely quiet and so was the large luxurious prison. She has no one to hold and no beautiful memory to look back on as she contemplates death. A tear drops down her face, brushing pass her bruised cheeks, stinging her. She silently stands up, preparing for another one of her evening baths. SuicideWhat a strange and complicated word. In many religions Suicide is a sin, religious people would say it's because you can't take away your life since you didn't give yourself life, but maybe it's because even the gods know how terrible life is and how fast everyone would leave if given a chance. The tud is filled with warm water, she swe
Cry For Me chapter 10
She sighs, relieved he's finally gone. If not for him she'd be dead by now, she isn't sure if she should be happy he saved her life, or angry he's the reason she wanted to end it in the first place. The hospital isn't all that terrible, white walls and sky blue bed sheets strangely put her at ease. She is completely alone, for the first time in weeks. No voices in her head, no screaming husband, nothing. Just her alone in the deafening silences she thought she hated so much, but has now grown accustom too. The nurses were here a few moments ago, asking her how she got so many bruises and why she didn't visit the hospital sooner. She just rolled her eyes at them and refused to answer any of their questions. What is going on in her home is none of their business, they should just do their job and shut up. The food here is terrible, she would throw them in the trash if given the chance, but the nurses always watch her and won't leave her alone until she's eaten every last bite. It w
Cry For Me Chapter 11
She's probably about 5'3 staring into Charles's eyes with no fear. He glares, she glares right back. Finally, he gave up. "Okay, please continue" he sighs, sitting down crossing one leg over the other "I'll just go straight to the point" she also takes her sit, observing his arrogant sitting position before rolling her eyes "We have reason to believe your wife is in need of medical attention, the type WE can't provide" "I don't understand" he says sitting up straight "what do you mean?" "I believe Mrs. Emily might be showing signs of schizophrenia" she places both elbows on the table to show the seriousness of the issue "but I think you should consult a psychologist to be absolutely sure" He just rolls his eyes, he didn't come here to hear something he already knew. " This may have been caused by drug abuse, stress, neglect, depression or it may just be genetics" she rests back on her chair "but we both know that's not the case" she eyes Charles "What are you implying" he raise
Cry For Me chapter 12
stomach cries out begging her to eat something. "What us wrong with you" millie says out of nowhere "you're gonna stave yourself just cause you're mad?" "I am, I am VERY MAD. I'm so mad I'm hearing voices in my head" she pulls her hair. "You know other people would've accepted me by now, but no....." she stretches the no "you just have to be so fucking slow" "I can't trust you" "I'm YOU, who the fuck else are you gonna trust if you can't trust yourself" millie argues "I just want what's best for you, what's best for us" Emily glances at her reflection in the mirror "Let me help you, cause you know you can't do it on your own. Now you get to do it with me" she places her hand on the mirror "trust me...please" For the first time ever, Millie sounded desperate, like she honestly just wants to help, like she really knew how to save her...to save them. She makes it sound like they're a team. Like she's no longer alone, but she doesn't know if she can trust her...even if she is her
Cry For Me Chapter 13
Charles was shocked, he still can't believe Emily, HIS Emily, would refuse something he offered her. He's frozen on his seat. He doesn't move a muscle as his food gets colder and colder. He flung the dish to the floor, staining the wall with cold sauce. "Fine, fucking die for all I care" He yells at the top of his voice "you hear me Emily, DIE!!!" He storms out the the house, shutting the door behind him. She slowly unlocks her room door, opening the door just wide enough for her head to fit through, looking from side to side, making sure it was safe to come out. "He's gone" she sighs in relief. She walks to the basement, where she spends most of her time. She used to dance, and twirl, and try to recall a past that has long been forgotten. As she stood in front of her old dusty trophy case, she sighs. Touching the glass, making her palm dirty. She slowly walks to the back of the large cabinet and pushes it. As she pushes, she remembers the promise she made to her husband- 'to
Cry For Me chapter 14
She sits silently in her room, she listens carefully to the screams and wails of her husband as he breaks everything in his sight. She let's out a heavy sigh, this isn't the first time his done something like this, and it definitely won't be the last. He's just as crazy and as she was. No, he was crazier. Imagine, she used to look up to him as the wiser one, the normal one, the stable one. But he's just like her. "Crazy man, Mad woman. You guys are a match made in heaven" Millie comments "We're a match alright" She replies with a chuckle "but we're definitely not made in heaven" He screams louder and breaks everything in sight. He can feel himself losing control. Losing control of him temper, his emotions, and his wife. He let's out one last scream and starts panting heavily. He looks around, observing his environment. He is surrounded by broken glass, broken picture frames, what remains of his phones and the broken ballerina trophies. He picks one up from the floor, his hands
Cry For Me chapter 15
For the past few weeks Emily's been doing whatever she wants. She drinks his expensive vintage wine from the shelf she's not allowed to touch, he smokes the cigarettes she finds in his back pocket and roamed the he house with greasy hair and chipped nail polish. She feels free, like this was the first time she's ever been able to breathe. But what she enjoys more is how crazy its driving Charles, like he's never thought of her as a person with emotions, but as a puppet he could control. He's lost all control and his slowing losing his sanity, and she took great pleasure in his down fall. "Emily" his yells her name for the millionth time. "Ughh again?" Millie groans "what does he want this time" "Just wait, we'll find out" Emily replies out loud. She understands why he's mad, he came home to his mentally ill wife lying on the floor drunk with half a cigarette in between her fingers. But what she doesn't understand is why he's still yelling, he knows she won't listen, why waste the
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