silence 3

    it was gym class. the class had een stuck inside due to a heavy rain. the teacher blew a wistle and beckoned to emily. her eyes widened slightly, and she slowly walked forward. " emily, this young man has a note to speak with you. you have ten minuets. " emilt nodded numbly and walked outside with the other male. only a few minuets later, emily walked back into the gym with her usual blank look. i watched her from ryou's eyes. she walked over to her place in the line. her gym clothes did well to flatter her thin frame. the shorts where tight, and the shirt exposed her pale middle. she was beautiful. as the day wore on, emily seemed to shrink even farther into her trance like state. by the end of the day, she stared ahead of herself, and never even blinked. she even missed her bus home. i offered to drive her, but she just shook her head no. turning away from my blue chevy, she stalked away. but not before i saw the deep sorrow and lonelyness deep in her cold eyes.


     i drove home deep in thought. why did she always look so sad? her eyes seemed to old for her face, and her mind seemed to smart. like someone who actually lived through things. i thought back to history class that day. we had some assignment due about the world wars. emily janded in such a detailed report, that everyone thought she may have very well been in the wars. i snapped out of my thoughts as a loud squealing and screeching erupted in front of me. looking up, i see a car crashed into a ditch, and the still form of a girl on the street. the girl had blonde hair that was quickly becoming matted with blood. jumping out of my car to see if they where alright, i see the familiar staring ice blue eyes of emily. calling out for help i kneel down beside her. " emily? cn you hear me? " i hold up her head and was shocked to find her eyes clear and seeing again. " bakura... take me to the hospital.... it must be you. no one else. do you understand? " her breathing was laboured, and her face a deathly pale. her lips where stained red with the blood of her head, and her eyes shone clear as the night sky. i nodded to her. " yes. now rest, save your strength. emily's eyes close slowly. " ba....kur....a... please... help... me... " her blood flowed endlessly to the road under us. she felt cold to the touch, and her golden londe hair was soaked in crimson. tearing my shirt, i wrap it tightly around her wound. placing her gently in the back seat of my truck, i race off in the direction of the hospital. checking her in, the doctors took one look and rushed her off. it was hours before i got any news on how she was doing. and the news was enough to scare me to death....