Chapter 28: Recover

A couple days have passed since that incident. Emily was still recovering from her wounds in the hospital. Gazing out into the void that was the other side of the clear window pain, she sat. Her hair was a faded red than before, from the fact that she hadn't dyed it in a long while. She just sat and watched the grey clouds roll by, as cars passed, and as people walk on the side walk. She wanted to be out there instead of being cooped up in a hospital room. She also couldnt stop thinking of her father and how he acted. Frame by frame, everything played back in her mind: everything she was there for, everything she wasnt, everything she smiled about and everything she cried over. All playing in repeat.

She couldnt sleep. She would wake up in the middle of the night in a terror and be up since then. She found it hard to sleep after that day. She worried of others that helped her. Was Owen's mother ok? Was Trent fine? Did they manage to revive Mrs. Mars? Was anyone even alive? No one came to visit her. She was just left with her own thoughts. A single year came from her eye and streamed along her face, only to crash into her lap below. She would try her best to dry it, but she didnt want to. Right now, she just wanted to let her tears flow.

"How are you doing?" Trent asked as he slowly opened the door to her room. He was wearing a light blue shirt and jeans. In his arms were a bouquet of flowers with a card that said 'get well soon'. She didnt acknowledge him as he came into her room. She just stayed and looked out. She didn't want to speak.

"You know, crazy story I had getting these darn things" Trent said gesturing to the flowers. "The lady wouldnt let me leave. She just talked on and on about her husband not getting her flowers anymore.

Telling me that he said that she has all the flowers she could ever want," he said with a chuckle. Then his smile slowly faded as he realized that Emily was ignoring him. He then walked over and put the flowers on the table at the side of the bed.

"Trent...?...am I...trash...?" Emily asked as Trent put the flowers down on the table.

"What? No...why would you say that?," Trent responded.

"It was my dad that...hurt everyone...he said that he didn't love me...," Emily said as she started to cry. Trent then rushed over to her and knelt down and took her hands.

"...all of that wasnt your fault...dont beat yourself up...," Trent said.

"Then why do I feel like it is...I must have done something that made him want to hurt all of you.."

"You didnt do anything...your father was just a psychopath...dont let it get to you...," Trent said.

He then hugged her. "I have always been here for you Emily...let me try to make it up to you...," Trent said as he continued to hold her in his embrace. Emily then put both of her hands on his shoulders and pushed him away.

"...no...," Emily said. He paused for a minute or two and then stood to his feet.

"...ok..." he said as he turned to face the door.

He went to open the door and heard voices coming down the hall up to the door.

"Is this the correct door Ryan?," a woman's voice said from the other side of the door.

"I believe so, Macy," said a male voice in response. The doorknob started turning as Trent gazed down at it. The door then swung open and whacked Trent in the face. Trent stumbled back and almost fell over. When he collected himself, he looked up and saw a pudgy old woman with pink wavy hair and a scrawny, seemingly balding old man walking her in.

"Oh, Trent, my boy, you are always in the way as usual. Nothing has changed with you," the woman said. The woman was wearing a pink skirt with pale stockings.

"A pleasure to see you too, Mrs. Macy," Trent said in a sarcastic tone.

"Mr. Trent," said the man. "Where on Earth is my niece."

Trent then pointed to Emily staring out the window.

"Very good Trent, now. Shoo shoo, no one wants you here," Macy said as she gestured Trent to leave. "And dont let the door hit you on the way out, pretty boy" Macy then chuckled as he left.

Macy then turned to face Emily.

"Em Ems!," she said as she squeezed Emily tight.

"Auntie Macy?," Emily said.

"And Uncle Ryan, dear" Macy said. She then turned to Ryan. "What the hell is wrong with you, moron. Say hi to your niece."

"Hello, Emily," said Ryan.

"Why are you here? I thought you guys were in East city," Emily said.

"Well yes, darling, but when we heard of your little dispute with your father, we thought of taking you away from this dreadful place, and the rumors that you have been threatened by a fire blade. Oh! Dear, your have been through so much," Macy said.

"Threatened? He didnt threaten me. Where did you hear this?," Emily said.

"Well, of course he did darling, he pulled a blade on your father unnecessarily," Macy said.

"N-no...," Emily responded.

"Oh, come now dear, you cant honestly believe that a fire blade was going to protect you. They are too selfish. They only think of themselves and what money they can snake from you. He might come in in the next few days, asking for money for saving your life, honey. What else can you expect from the land of 'opportunity'. I mean really, dear, Bay City was even founded by a fire blade. It's best not to trust them," Macy said.

"But he was trying to help," Emily said.

"Oh please, what he was trying to be nice to you so he can control you, but don't you worry. You wont have to deal with people like him anymore because...we are going to...TAKE YOU BACK TO EAST CITY WITH US!!," Macy exclaimed with excitement as she jumped up and down clapping her hands incredible fast.

"But I wont see Trent or Owen again...," Emily said in a depressing tone.

"Oh you wont need them anyways, you are a strong girl. You can do anything you set your mind to," Macy said.

Macy embraced Emily really tightly and Ryan just nodded in agreement.