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"How many مزید times do I have to tell you, Naomi? Leave this on!" Emily calls from the kitchen.

"And how many مزید times do I have to tell آپ it's shit?" Naomi calls back from the living room, legs propped up on the table, flicking the channel over.

"I like it, Naoms." Emily appears at the door, leaning on the frame, pouting at the peroxide blonde. "Please, for me?"

"Oh, fuck sake." Naomi mutters, she knows she's going to cave. "Fine! But آپ better sit here and watch it then." Naomi pats the space on the sofa اگلے to her and looks at Emily expectantly. Emily walks over and sits in the space, leaning in to the comfort of Naomi's touch.

"Thanks, babe."

"I love you."

"I love you, too, Emily..."

It's a room, just an ordinary room, آپ don't know where it is یا how long you've been there but you're here. آپ look around, some cheap hotel, bed, draws, TV on a small desk, bathroom, nothing unusual. آپ press your hand against your forehead and try to remember like آپ do every time this happens, آپ can't though. It's not your fault, it's a medical condition. Ever since the incident آپ can't make new memories, you're not completely fucked though آپ still have your old ones, still know who آپ are, just can't remember the now. آپ shift all your weight and push up off the bed, take another glance around the room before going through things, آپ check the draws, nothing there, the wardrobe, just clothes, the bathroom; typical bathroom things. Nothing. "Fuck." آپ mutter and sigh.

آپ slowly walk over to the large mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door and through your سب, سب سے اوپر over your head, standing in your bra, looking at your reflection. The black ink mares your sink, taints it permanently, your fingers gently run over your old ones, the ones آپ can tell have been there for a while because they're faded a bit. "Find him and kill him." آپ read aloud as your finger runs over the one over your chest. Your hand moves down and moves over the اگلے one. "John _ raped and killed my wife." And finally your hand trails down to the most حالیہ one. "Don't trust anyone." You've obviously recently had a run in with someone that آپ can't trust but unfortunately can't remember it. آپ try to, but it's just not there. You're hand reaches into your bag that آپ carry on your back and آپ pull out some pictures, آپ flick through them. Hillside motel, must be where you're staying. Cook; don't know what to make of him. That's what's scribbled on the back of the picture of the boisterous boy. آپ flick to the اگلے one; Effy, she'll help آپ to her own end. Don't trust her too much. آپ try the other pouch on the bag and pull out a couple of pieces of paper, scan them and then drop the others when آپ find the newest one, آپ can tell from the ink, when آپ can't remember anything آپ learn to trust your own handwriting. "Meet Effy at Cassie's Cafe at 12?" آپ flick back to the card of her and reread it: she'll help آپ to her own end. Don't trust her too much.

آپ stop outside Cassie's cafe. It's a dingy little place on the corner of the scummier end of Bristol, آپ reach into your pocket and pull out the note again. Meet Effy at Cassie's Cafe at 12. آپ have to do this, have constant reminders of your objective otherwise آپ forget what you're doing, that's part of your condition. آپ pull out the تصاویر to remind yourself of her appearance again and then push open your car door, stepping out and fixing your camera strap over your shoulder. Nothing آپ need a picture of here.

آپ push open the door to the cafe and step inside, your eyes running over its occupants and picking out the face from the photo, she's at the back, facing away from آپ with a coffee in front of her. آپ hesitantly make your way over, you're always hesitant because آپ can't remember anyone یا anything, better محفوظ than sorry. آپ slide into the نشست across from her and put your camera down on the table. "...Effy...right?" آپ always get this moment of panic when آپ assume something because in reality آپ know nothing.

"Hello, Naomi." Her voice is cool and very unnerving but آپ don't let it phase you. She clearly knows you, that's good enough. "You're late."

"Takes me a while to adjust. I've told آپ about my condition, right?" آپ reply.

"Yes, آپ can't remember anything. آپ don't remember me?" She asks and آپ shake your head, no, she smiles. "Okay, well, that's shit."

"It is." A silence falls over the pair of آپ and Effy just sips at her coffee. Makes no effort to lift the silence. "I'm sorry...but...err...why am I meeting you?"

"You arranged it آپ tell me."

"Well, I..."

"Can't remember?"

آپ laugh. "Well, no."

"You're here because آپ asked me to find someone for you." Effy pushes a brown envelope towards آپ over the table, آپ reach out and grab it, pull it towards you, don't open it though, not here. آپ look up at her. "You've already paid me for it." She جوابات before آپ can ask and آپ nod.

"Is this...?"

"The guy who killed her?" Your jaw clenches. "I don't know," She sparks up a fag. "Maybe it is, all I know is آپ asked me to find him. See آپ around, Naomi." And then she's gone and you're left sitting alone at a booth in Cassie's cafe. آپ scramble into your pocket and write in big letters on the envelope 'Must read; possibly HIM.'.

"Babe آپ call out? Babe what's wrong?"

When آپ get back to your room you've forgotten where you've come from, آپ scratch the back of your head as آپ sit down اگلے to the window on a creaky old chair. آپ go through your pockets and pull out the brown envelope, آپ don't know where it's come from but آپ recognise your writing on the front of it; Must read; possibly HIM. You're hands tear the envelope open eagerly and آپ pull out the contents, an ammo magazine and a small bottle of liquid come out first, آپ place the brown envelope down on the میز, جدول and pick up the mag, its for the gun آپ keep in your bag, آپ recognise the make label on the side and آپ always check your gun whenever آپ forget, not because آپ know آپ have it but to see what آپ do have. The اگلے is a small bottle of liquid, آپ don't know what it is, looks like water to آپ so آپ place it to the side and press your hand down on the envelope, smiling when آپ feel some paper inside, آپ reach inside and remove it, placing it on the میز, جدول in front of آپ and scanning it with your eyes.

"John Davies." آپ read aloud as آپ look over the picture of a man with black hair and blue eyes. آپ pull your sleeve up to your elbow and look at the tattoos آپ have there. Fact 1: Male.

"Check."

Fact 2: White.

"Check."

Fact 3: First name John.

"Check."

Fact 4: Access to Drugs.

آپ don't know that one. آپ only know that because Emily was drugged when it happened, that was in the report, آپ had a friend that got آپ it, well, that's what it says on سب, سب سے اوپر of the report, آپ wrote it, so you'll never know. آپ shake your head and go back to the sheet. It has his address, age, licence plate number, height. Everything آپ need to know, آپ reach into the envelope one مزید time and find a scrap of paper at the bottom. آپ left these at mine the other night. Effy. آپ raise your eyebrows, آپ stayed at hers? آپ try not to think about that and go back to what آپ know. What آپ do know is that there is a guy, he might not be your guy, but آپ wanted him and he could be important. آپ reach for your pen and write on the back of the sheet; find him, he has something آپ need. And then آپ دائرے, حلقہ the address.

آپ don't know what you're doing when آپ pull up at the address on the back of the paper. You're eyes run over the paper and then آپ pull up your sleeves to look at the tattoos. آپ open the car door and walk up to the house, knocking briskly. آپ look over the red door and the glossy blue paint that coats the house and try to fit this guy into the image of John; it doesn't fit, but nothing ever fucking fits so آپ stand patiently and wait for the door to be answered. It doesn't have a creak like most doors have when it opens so آپ assume it must be new. The man from the تصویر sticks his head out. "John Davies?"

"Yeah? What can I do for you?" He pushes the door the rest of the way open and stands on the porch. آپ look him up and down. He's nothing special, not overly built but has some muscle on him and is reasonably tall, other than that he looks pretty normal to you.

"Can I come in?" آپ ask.

"Sure." He pushes open the door and lets آپ inside. There's a picture frame of him and his family as soon as آپ walk in the door, two kids and a wife, it doesn't fit. The house itself is neat and well groomed, آپ look hard to find something out of place یا a spec of dirt but nothing catches your eye. He takes آپ into the living room and gestures for آپ to sit down, آپ do in the red single chair opposite the 42 inch TV. He's well off. "So, what can I do for you, Miss..?"

"Campbell, Naomi Campbell."

He stifles a laugh. "Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"That's unfortunate."

"Trust me, I know."

"Anyway," He coughs into his hand. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"Yeah..." There's never an easy way to approach this. "Do آپ know who I am?"

"No."

"So, we've never met before?"

He glances away from her nervously. "Not that I can...er...remember."

"Do آپ know someone called Emily Fitch?"

"Look, what's this all about?"

"Do آپ know her, yes یا no?"

"Yeah, I think so. Cute little redhead? Went to Roundview college with my sister?"

"Did آپ do it?" آپ can't be sure, so آپ just have to risk it.

"Do what?" He doesn't know یا he pretends he doesn't so there's only one way آپ can find out. آپ pull out your gun and point it at his chest.

"Whoa! What the fuck is going on?" He asks in panic.

"You knew Emily, yes?"

"Yeah."

"Did آپ know that Emily Fitch died last year?"

"What? No. I'm sorry. I didn't know her personally." He's calmer than he should e for someone with a gun pointed at him, but آپ know from experience, from before the incident that people can put on fronts, so your grip tightens.

"She was raped and killed in her home."

"I..."

"By a man named John. John Davies?"

"What? No, I couldn't...I wouldn't...I have a family. I never knew the girl." آپ walk over and press the gun against his temple.

"Did آپ fucking do it?" Your voice breaks as آپ press it against his head. His eyes اقدام in to focus on the gun as much as he can. "Did you!"

"No!"

"Naomikins!" The doors open and a boisterous male is standing in the door way donning a neatly worn polo شرٹ, قمیض and jeans. "What the fuck are آپ doing?"

"Who the fuck are you?" The gun moves to point at him. He knows you, he knows your name.

"Whoa, back off, blondie, just reach back there into your pockets and pull out those pictures of yours and take a look, then get back to me, yeah?" Your other hand hesitantly complies with what he says, snaking into your pocket and going through the pictures one سے طرف کی one until آپ find the one with his face on it. Cook; don't know what to make of him.

"Cook?"

"That's right, Naomikins."

"How do I know you?"

"Don't worry, blondie, I know about your condition. Now how about we all sit down and have a cuppa, yeah? This ain't your man. Hell this guys name ain't even John!"

"What? But I've got..." آپ pull out the envelope and Cook's already taking it from your hands and scanning it.

"Who the fuck gave آپ this?"

"Cook?" John calls.

"Shut the fuck up for a سیکنڈ mate. Who gave آپ this Naomi?" آپ have to go through your pockets for a while but آپ find and name and give it to Cook. "Fuck, man. Your sister gave her this? What have آپ done to piss her off, Tone?" He turns towards the black haired male.

"Your names Tony?" آپ ask and he nods. "Then why did آپ reply to John?"

"My sister."

"What about her?"

"I'm hiding from her."

"Oh." You'll need to write this down at some point.

"I have a condition, Tony, where I can't remember things after a while. I can remember everything before my 'accident', but not after, so can we make this short. Only so much I can write down." آپ tell him and motion with the note pad and pen in your hand for extra effect.

"Sure..." Tony trails off slowly, like he hasn't quite registered yet what she's said. His eyes finally stop on her. "My sister is trying to kill me."

"Why?" You're very blunt, always have been.

"Naomikins let the man tell the story!" Cook interrupts. آپ scowl at him.

"My sister is trying to kill me because she believes that I owe her money."

"For what?"

"Drugs." Of course, آپ think, because it's always about drugs and money. Well, that's what films tell آپ anyway. So, آپ write down drugs and money from Effy and then wait for more. "It was an incident, if happened a while back, this guy contacted us saying that he would send us twice the amount of booze we order from his company, sounds good, right?" آپ nod. "Too bad I'm too gullible for my own good, I like to see the good in everyone so I did just that but what I didn't know."

"Oh, and here's the corker." Cook slaps his arm chair excitedly, آپ glance at him and force the smile fighting its way to the surface back down. No time for smiles. آپ don't remember smiling recently. آپ know the feeling of your lips moving into the position and the sound of the laughter erupting from your throat but آپ don't have the emotion. The joy. It's just gone.

"That's one way to put it." Tony nods but he doesn't smile, doesn't share Cooks excitement. "You see the thing is that Effy had a new boyfriend at the time and I didn't know that because she'd never کہا anything to me and she..."

"She did آپ over." آپ say with realisation and scribble that down quickly. آپ don't know if آپ can trust Effy at all now. What آپ wrote on the card was accurate but nowhere near this accurate.

"Yeah...she planned it all. Freddie was going to do me for five grand but I clocked on she left a message on my answer phone one دن that was meant for him and after that I just pieced the rest of it together. I confronted her and she hit me with an ashtray, after that I've been running. But I've been doing some research as well and it gets worse. آپ see, Freddie's a heroin addict, a real bad one, abuses both methadone and the real stuff at the same time. He ordered a shit load of drugs and was going to pay the debt off with the money he was going to steal from me. I shut down the bar and have been moving around ever since."

"Fuck me. Is she still really looking for you?" آپ ask. آپ just realised that you've been with this manipulative کتیا, کتيا earlier.

"She bumped into Cook and I five months پہلے and let's just say it wasn't pretty. If I didn't have Cook there to back me up at the time they'd have found a way to do whatever they want to do to me right then and there." Tony's looking down at his hand now and آپ feel sorry for the bloke. I'm sure he's done some shit stuff in his life as well but for right now all آپ know is his perspective so آپ write it all down and then tuck it into the back of your jean pocket.

"So, where the fuck do آپ come into this story?" آپ ask Cook and he laughs.

"Can't talk now, Naomikins, I have to go see some man about some drugs," He glances at Tony with a shrug. "Sorry, mate." Tony waves it off and stares off out the window. Effy's fucked his whole life over now. آپ can sympathise with Tony because he doesn't have a life now, sure he has this fake one but he doesn't really exist. آپ know that feeling, آپ feel it every time آپ wake up and try and figure out where the hell آپ are and how آپ got there. "Meet me here tonight at 8, alright? And whatever the fuck آپ do, don't bump یا whatever into miss I like to manipulative people because I'm a fucking cunt, alright?" آپ nod. "Good. See آپ then, bye Tone, mate. Booze tomorrow!" and the door slams shut. آپ glance at Tony who glances back at آپ awkwardly and then.

"Sorry, who are you?"

"I'm Tony, we've been talking for the last ten minutes."

"Sorry, just gotta read something..." آپ reach back into your pocket and go through some notes. It makes sense again.

"Is everything alright, Emily?" Naomi hands run over the empty space in the بستر اگلے to her. There's a slight bang and she jumps, head turning towards it. The blonde's alert now, she's always been paranoid. Naomi shift so she's sitting up in the بستر and then her feet touch the cold floor boards. She shiver, there's something in the air. She اقدام towards the cupboard at the back end of the room and reach inside, her fingers wrapping around the wooden handle of her protection; a baseball bat. She heads toward the ذریعہ of the noise.

It's weird, sneaking around her own home. In the دن it's a place for Emily and her to relax, unwind and just be together but at night the place becomes eerie. It's not especially big یا small, it's a kind of in-between place. Emily found it in some cheap newsagents going out of business, they let them have a discount but it was still a little bit out of their price range. Emily had promise she'd work مزید shifts if Naomi would let them get it. She'd caved well, because it's Emily and she loves her and, well, that's it really, that's what love does to a person. It had been hard for the first few months, hungrier than used to being, no little dips into pockets for stuff they didn't need but wanted to and no tv, for the first few months. Naomi had then hit the jackpot when she'd landed a promotion at work, protesting didn't really reap the benefits but when آپ hit that jackpot and someone notices آپ and آپ get picked up, that little extra cash goes a long way and that's where the good times had really started.

As Naomi crept down the hall, her hand running over the cream coloured walls she smiles. She always liked decorating with Emily, she made it fun.

"Pass me the brush, babe?" Naomi placed the roller on the floor and stood back up, wiping her brow. Always hurt her back, painting ceilings. She looked over to her redhead girl who had some paint sitting on the end of her button nose. Naomi laughed to herself. How does she get herself into these situations, she wondered. She stepped toward the redhead and placed her thumb in her mouth, sucking on it.

"What are آپ doing?" Emily asked, staring at her girlfriend confused.

"You've got some...Just let me..." Her suckled thumb rubbing the paint from Emily's nose.

"Thanks, mum."

"Hey, I was only trying to be nice, Ems."

"Painting's about getting messy, everything doesn't have to be so neat and organised, آپ know?" Emily flicked some paint toward Naomi, stripping it down her shirt.

"I like this shirt!" Naomi cried outraged.

"So, get another one?"

"At forty pound a go, Emily it's not that easy to get a new one because your redhead girlfriend has a fetish for throwing paint." She grumbled and walked over, picked up a brush and returned to the can, dipped it in and began to slide it up and down the wall. Covering its surface in a thick gloop of cream paint, she smoothed one سیکنڈ down and moved onto another. Emily pouted, trying to catch the blonde's attention. Naomi noticed but pretended not to, focused on the دیوار in front of her rather than the sexy redhead to her left. Emily placed her hands on Nan's hips, running them up her sides before pulling her into a hug, resting her head on the blonde's shoulder, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"I'm sorry." Silence.

"You will be." Naomi laughed and flicked some paint right down Emily's top. A gasp and Emily slaps her on the shoulder.

"You bitch! I thought آپ were angry at me!" Naomi winks and dodges away from the redhead. "Get back here!" Emily chases her. Picking up her own paint brush she starts to flick مزید paint towards the blonde. Naomi's laugh is infectious and Emily can't help herself, soon enough she's laughing along with the blonde, dodging paint and trying to catch Naomi out. Eventually, Emily fakes dodging one way and goes another, Naomi running straight into her arms. "Gotcha!" Emily's face is so proud, the fact she's outsmarted the blonde overtaking her face and breaking out in a broad smile. Naomi takes a hand full of paint and smears it down the redhead's cheek, laughing at Emily's change in facial expression when she does it. Emily takes some مزید and smears it across Naomi's forehead. "Karma." She states in her sweetest tone of voice and cocks her head at Naomi. Naomi smiles. She looks so cute like that. She loves her. So she kisses her. Emily smiles into the kiss and kisses her back, let's Naomi push her up against the دیوار only to realise it's covered in paint. "Nai..."

"What?" Naomi grunts from the kiss.

"The walls paint is getting smudged. Can we take this to the floor?" Naomi doesn't say anything just pulls Emily back and pushes her down to the ground, climbing on سب, سب سے اوپر of the redhead. Emily groans and tightens her grip in Naomi's hair, the paints gonna be a کتیا, کتيا to get out later but she doesn't care because Naomi is pressing kisses down her collarbone and one of her hand is slowly trailing down to the place she really wants it to be. It's the messiest sex they've ever had, but one of the best.

Naomi's mind is filled with that memory all the time she's pressed up against the wall. A bang sounds out from the other end of the house, in the kitchen, but she doesn't have time to go check that because she can hear Emily crying in the bath room اگلے to her. Her eyes begin to water. Not Emily, what's happened? She can hear other people in the room with her as well moving around. Breathing becomes hard. She can't let anything happen to her. Her grip tightens on the bat, sweat on her palms she steps one step closer to the door. She wants to be there now. In the room but something is keeping her from doing so.

Slow and steady, the whimper gets louder to her, banging around in her head. Emily! And when she hears a cry, just the tiniest of sounds she kicks into over drive, pushing آگے so kicks open the door, instinct carrying her. There's one guy on سب, سب سے اوپر of Emily holding her down as he takes her. Naomi's eyes fill with rage. "Get the fuck off her!" She screams. A head turns towards her and there's a chuckle. She charges forward, hitting the man square in the head with the bat. He falls to the floor in a sprawl. "Emily! Emily are آپ okay?" She's shaking the redhead's shoulders, hoping to get some form of life from here. There's a groan and she smiles happily, looks around for something to cover the redhead up with. A towel, the blonde reaches for it, placing it over Emily's exposed body when it's finally in her hands.

"It's okay, babe. It'll be fine. I'm here now, okay?" Cradling the redhead to her chest Naomi promises herself that she'll never let go of the redhead again. She doesn't hear the floor creak behind her before it's too late and she's shoved against the wall, her head smacking into the glass cabinet and cracking her skull. Her vision starts to fade and she blinks, looking up at her attacker. It's the man she hit, he'd recovered, bleeding heavily from his head but has recovered. He looks down at her. Black mask donning his face and cocks his head at her. If he had no mask she was sure he'd be smiling smugly at her. Panic rises in her once last time, hoping for a burst of adrenaline but nothing comes. She can't do anything, she's helpless. Her eyes drop down to the redhead who's starting to stir. Emily's eyes open and she looks at the blonde confused, and then she sees the blonde. "Naomi!" she mouths, can't speak. Lost her voice. Naomi tries to fight it, tries to stay awake but the blackness that is starting to surround her is getting even harder to fight off. The last thing she does before she succumbs is reach out her hand and grip Emily's, one last squeeze. Hope.

She coughs, hard and fast. She coughs again. There's something around her mouth. Her eyes are fuzzy and luminous lights are hanging above her head. What the fuck? She looks around, her vision starting to focus, breathing heavy. What the fuck? "Naomi? Naomi! She's waking up, doc!" She hears a male's voice.

"It's Cook, Naomi. I'm a mate of Emilio's from work."

"What are آپ doing here?" Naomi's voice is hoarse. Cook hands her some water and helps her drink it.

"I was coming round late, to drop some stuff off that Emilio left at work. Her bag and stuff. She just left it sitting on her desk. Probably got too busy with all that paper work."

"Probably..." Naomi muses. "Cook? That's your name, right?"

"Yes, Naomi?"

"Where's Emily?"

"Ah."

آپ don't know why, but that stuck. Not knowing Cook. آپ don't remember who he is, well, آپ do every time he reminds آپ of how, but آپ remember the fact that she died. آپ think it's because even though you've got short term memory loss, some part of آپ cares so much about Emily that it can overcome the part of your brain that tells آپ to forget. Well, that's what آپ like to think anyway. آپ read over your notes one مزید time. آپ only have a short amount of time when آپ do this to plan out what your اگلے step in your plan is. What Tony told آپ is of great importance, so آپ write on Effy's تصویر 'need to see her about what Tony said.'. Cook کہا he'd meet آپ later so آپ write a note to yourself saying 'meet Cook later at Tony's'. Those are the اگلے two steps. آپ look back up to the house with Tony sitting inside and sigh. Fucking family. آپ put the key into the ignition and press down on the accelerator hard, آپ wish آپ could remember him...he seemed like a nice guy.

آپ wait for a call, آپ sit in your room and wait. Keep picking up the piece of paper آپ wrote on and just wait. The phone rings a couple of times and آپ pick it up hastily, it's only the motel manager checking in on you. He knows about your condition and he seems like a nice guy. Caring. Annoying as well though because all آپ need is this call and then آپ can get one step closer to figuring out this massive mess you've unintentionally gotten yourself involved in. Just as آپ start to ponder the components of the game, the phone rings, you're on your feet and answer hastily. "Hello?"

"Naomi?" a cool voice replies.

"Who is this?"

"Effy, don't آپ remember me?" It's slightly patronizing. It irritates آپ but آپ don't feel comfortable enough to voice that opinion.

"No."

"That's right, you've got a con-"

"—diton, yeah. آپ know that, well, at least I think آپ do. Why are آپ playing games?" The confusion evident in your voice.

"I'm not playing games."

"Then what are آپ doing?"

"I'm hoping one of these days you'll remember me." And it knocks آپ completely off balance. آپ wonder if آپ wrote anything down about Effy's uncanny ability to put people off edge anywhere, unlikely, آپ only write down the important things. "Can آپ come over?"

"Why?"

"I need to see you."

"About what?" آپ are holding her photograph in your hands. 'She'll help آپ to her own end. Don't trust her too much' even مزید prominent then even. آپ slowly shake the photo, hoping some sort of secret answer will come from it. It doesn't. آپ place it back down and wait for her reply, but she's been silent for a while.

"How'd it go?"

"Who is this?" آپ ask. آپ don't know who you're on the phone to.

"It's...Effy." She says confused. آپ reach down and pick up the picture again. Effy, 'dont' trust her too much'. It's hard, when آپ forget so quickly and have to remember so fast.

"Right, okay, what did آپ want?"

"How did it go with John Davies?"

John Davies? آپ تلاش around the room. It doesn't take آپ long, آپ gather the necessary information you're looking for. "He wasn't the guy I was looking for." It's cryptic. آپ want to throw her off balance.

"Anything happen?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Just asking." آپ liar, آپ think. "You need to come see me."

"And why is that, Effy?" آپ can hear the patience running thin in your own voice now and Effy takes a breath in before replying.

"Because I think I might have found the guy."

"You've کہا that before to me." آپ sigh.

"I know, but I think I've finally got him. It all fits!" She sounds genuine but آپ can't be sure. Have to listen to your own handwriting after all.

"And what make this one so special?" آپ take a breath in. "Because you've been sure of all of them before and none of them have been the right one. I've looked for so long and so hard and I know there comes a period of trial and error but I don't think I can take much more. I think I'll have to do it on my own..." آپ put the bait out there.

"No!..." She coughs. "I mean, no, let me help you. I'm sure this is him, I promise."

"Why are آپ so eager to help me?" آپ shoot back.

"Because I care." Off balance again. Fuck sake.

"Fuck it," آپ mutter. "Fine, I'll be round soon."

"Cool." She جوابات and then she's gone. آپ write something down and then take a moment for yourself. آپ forget it all just like that, but آپ remember it later, آپ always remember it later.

When آپ knock, آپ don't know what to expect. "Come on." آپ don't even see Effy when she pulls the door ajar and walks back into the darkness, well, آپ think it's her. آپ just see a figure, no detail. آپ step inside hesitantly and close the door. Her house is fucking creepy. Paper with notes scribbled on them all hung up over the place, some cats scattering around and the distinct smell of whiskey filling its entirety. آپ step on something and it crunches, آپ groan. These shoes look nice, آپ hope they weren't too much, آپ don't even look at what آپ stepped in, just walk on through towards Effy's direction.

"Effy?" آپ call out and take a step closer.

"In here." She calls from a room at the back. آپ hear her placing glasses on the side. "So, how'd it go with John Davies?" Time to stop playing games.

"You know how it went!" Her eyes bulged out and she turns towards you.

"What do آپ mean?"

"I already told you." This catches her off guard. She laughs at that, it's fake, she knows it and so do you. She's fumbling around with a cigarette packet in her hands. She pulls it out and lights it, taking a drag, glazing her eyes. She looks from side to side. "What's up with you?"

"Did آپ kill him?" Effy almost hisses it.

Your eyes bulge. "What?"

She advances on you. "Did آپ kill him?" It's louder but still harsh. Pressing آپ back into the cabinet.

"Get the fuck off me, psycho bitch!" آپ roar and push her away, reaching for your gun and holding it out at her. "Back the fuck off! I know okay, I know! I know that Tony's your brother. I know that آپ sent me there to clear his debt, well, fuck you, Effy! I'm not a hit man!"

"Yes, آپ are! You're a fuck up." It catches آپ off guard. آپ thought that because you'd pulled a gun and got the upper hand with the big reveal. "You stupid little bitch! Looking for جوابات where there aren't any," She's in your face now. Mocking you. Your teeth grit in frustration and your eyes tear in horror. "You can't find the truth because there isn't any truth to be found. Your cunt of a wife got what she deserved and you'll get what آپ deserve as well! آپ are nothing. Pathetic, fucking retard!" آپ hit her with the gun, hard across the face and she looks back at آپ shocked.

"Shut up!" آپ shout. "Shut the fuck up! I want some جوابات and I want them now! You're going to give them to me یا I'm going to make you!" آپ declare and advance on the wounded girl. آپ don't get the chance though because somebody hits آپ from behind and آپ feel that familiar darkness overtake you. Fuck sake, not again.

Effy rummages through your pockets. آپ don't know though, you're not awake. She picks up the تصاویر and takes a lighter from her pocket, burning all of them. She goes into your bag this time and pulls your camera from it. آپ give the camera to Freddie and make him take one of you, آپ write on it. 'She will help.' She slides it back into your pocket and turns to the tall male اگلے to her. "What آپ gonna do, Ef? She's onto us." Effy goes into her bag again and looks at the notes. She pulls out a few pages and burns them, too.

"Not anymore she's not."

"What آپ gonna do now?"

Effy picks up the last picture and smiles. It's a picture of Cook. She knows who he is. Of course she does. He's Naomi's lad dog, guardian angel who keeps an eye out for her ever since the accident. "We're going to get rid of our problems. She'll do it this time. I'll make sure of it."

Freddie smiles. "Good."

"Naomi! Naomi! Wake up! Fucking hurry up and wake up!" آپ hear the voice of someone calling at you. آپ force your eyes open and look up. آپ don't recognise the brunette above you.

"Wha..who are you?" آپ mumble.

"It's Effy!" She rummages into your pocket and pulls out a picture, hands it towards you. آپ look it over, recognise the picture see the words and nod to yourself. آپ know who she is. آپ can trust her. آپ seem to be bound in ropes, آپ can feel it round your wrists. Effy takes a چھری from the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ counter and cuts them. "Quick, we have to get out of here! He'll come back!"

"Who!" آپ exclaim. She doesn't answer, just pulls آپ to your feet and pushes آپ towards the door. There's banging on the دیوار اگلے to آپ and your head snaps towards it. Fuck. She's right. He's here! But where's here ad who the fuck is he! Is he the one that killed Emily! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! آپ and Effy are out the door and into the sunshine. She pulls آپ towards the car door and pushes آپ inside.

"He's coming! Drive!" She hands آپ the keys. آپ put them in and drive. Drive so fast that آپ leave marks on the ground and smoke in the air. "Keep going!"

"Where! Fucking where!" آپ ذائقہ, مارنا a hand against the steering wheel.

"Pull over here!" آپ do. Effy pushes her hair back and groans.

"What the fuck was that?" آپ are bound to forget soon, آپ think. آپ rummage through your bag and pulling out a pen and paper. Effy sits in silence. "Will آپ hurry the fuck up! Time isn't on my side آپ know."

"It was Cook."

"Who?"

"You've met him before. He was trying to kill you. Luckily I found you. He'd tied آپ up and put آپ in that house. A friend of mine and I tracked آپ down, they gave me the address and I came for you. He's the one who killed Emily. He admitted it to me and tried to stab me but I got the better of him and knocked him out. He was in the other room. Look." She holds out her arm with a slash down the side of it. It's deep and آپ cringe, looks painful.

"He's...the one?"

"Yes!"

"He admitted it?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"I don't know. He told me. To rub it in probably. کہا آپ found him somehow."

"No..." آپ pause. Your دل is beating faster than ever. Adrenaline. آپ need this to be over and it's so close to it being over. Is this him? Really? It seems that way. Emily, he will pay. I promise. Effy looks at آپ expectantly. "Why did he do it?"

Effy sighs. "I don't know." Silence follows. Effy reaches over and grabs the paper and pen from your hands. She scribbles something down onto it and hands it back to you. 'James Cook. آپ can find him at this address. He'll be the one in the polo شرٹ, قمیض and dirty hair.' The address is written underneath for you. آپ frown. How does Effy know all this?

"Aren't آپ worried that he's going to come after us? And why don't we just go back there? He's all knocked out. We could just go in and end it and that would be that." آپ point out the obvious.

"He was waking up when I left. He'll be gone سے طرف کی now. I know for a fact that he had to meet someone this evening, that's who I got the information off. His name is Tony, that address is his house. Now go, Naomi. Get him, before آپ forget." آپ scribble some مزید information down on the paper and then look back up at Effy. "Thank you." She smiles.

"No problem, Naomi." And then gets out of the car. آپ watch as a girl آپ don't know walks across the road and up the path. آپ can't help but think she looks mysterious.

آپ chew on the pen as آپ sit outside of the house. آپ don't think you've been here before. آپ don't know how آپ found this 'Cook' character before either. He doesn't fit some of the slots in your story but the way آپ woke up, well, from what you've gotten written down in front of آپ would suggest this is finally him. And that puts آپ on edge. Emily, آپ smile just thinking about her. She was wronged, fucking wronged! Murder like some little bug, a speck of nothing on the earth's surface and it makes the rage boil up in آپ so bad. آپ grip the gun in your palm and look at the house one مزید time. Fuck it. Time to just do something instead of sitting back! آپ push open the car door, slam it shut and walk up to the house, آپ knock and wait. "Alright, Naomikins!"

BANG.

He's down, Cook's on the floor with a look of horror on his face. He reaches down to his stomach and presses his shaking had against the wound, he pulls it back and looks at the blood. He looks back up at her. "Naomikins...why?" He gasps.

"What's going on in here?" Tony asks stepping in from the other room. آپ point the gun at him. Effy کہا he'd be here.

"Back off."

"Naomi!" Tony's shocked. "What the fuck have آپ done? Cook, Cook, are آپ alright mate?" He bends down not caring about the gun and pulls Cook close to him trying to get a better look at the wound. "Oh, fuck! It's bad!" He runs out the room and goes to find something. آپ don't know why آپ haven't shot him yet. You're looking from the gun and back to Cook. آپ don't feel that rage anymore, آپ don't feel the satisfaction. Some part of آپ feels dread. That you've got the wrong man, that you've killed an innocent.

"You shouldn't have done it." آپ state, pointing the gun at Cook again.

"Done what, Naomikins? Be there for you? Look after you? Make sure آپ don't go off the rails?"

"What?" آپ throw the gun out in outrage. Confused, you're so fucking confused. Don't listen to him. He might be lying! "What are آپ talking about?"

"Whose got آپ twisted, blondie? Who's been telling آپ fucking lies?" He mutters. Laughs to himself meekly and crawls towards the میز, جدول top. He opens the سب, سب سے اوپر draw. آپ point the gun at him. "Don't worry I aint gonna hurt you. Take a look at this. I brought it round to show, ya. Something آپ needed to see. Should've shown آپ ages پہلے but didn't want آپ to think I didn't care. Cuz i do." He hands an envelope to you, it should've been completely white but droplets of blood had landed on it. It was smeared now, tainted. Your hand shakes as آپ take it, آپ recognise the hand writing of the name, it's Emily's. It says 'James.'

Dear James,

I'm writing آپ this out of caution. Over the last couple of weeks I haven't felt safe, not because of any immediate threat but because of a feeling. Yeah, I know, right? Typical Emily blowing things out of proportion. But someone's been following me I'm sure of it. I don't know who but I can feel them watching me all the time. I've gone to the police but they won't listen. I'm worried, James. I can trust you, I know آپ and you're an okay guy, so that's why I'm asking you. If anything happens to me, will آپ make sure that Naomi's alright? Make sure that she can cope. That she's not alone. She's never been one to be open about her feelings, just...even when she's being a complete bitch, just promise me آپ won't give up on her? She means so much to me.

Love,

Emily.

For the first time in a long time آپ feel a tear running down your cheek. آپ haven't cried in a long time. Not since, well, since آپ found out about Emily. Not since آپ promised that you'd avenge her. The gun shakes in your hand and آپ try to control it. "I'm sorry..." آپ whisper and Cook laughs.

"It's alright, Naomikins, we all make mistakes."

"Fuck." آپ drop to your knees and crawl towards him. آپ pull him to you. "You were only trying to help. آپ weren't him at all. Shit. Fuck sake, Ems." آپ laugh to yourself. Always has to play the guardian angel.

"Yeah, Fuck sake, Ems." Cook repeats and calls آپ close. "I know آپ don't remember me, Blondie, but I've been there, yeah? I know آپ and I know what you're doing. We've been over this a thousand times. I don't know if you're gonna find what you're looking for, but it is just what you're looking for, babe. Emily wouldn't want this, آپ know it, I know it. آپ can't اقدام on because of this fucked up brain thing آپ got going on but, آپ gotta find peace. Gotta get some relief, blondie, cuz this shit's consuming you."

"Why aren't آپ مزید angry? I just fucking shot you!" آپ cry, tears cascading down your cheeks now. It feels good. Good to cry. Cook tugs آپ closer.

"You already know."

"What?"

"You already know who it is."

"What!" Confusion growing inside of you.

"I hid it from you...Emily wouldn't have...wanted...look...closer." He coughs up blood this time and then drops back against the floor, weezing as his body twitches. Naomi hand comes up to her mouth in shock. What the fuck? She reaches foward.

"Don't touch him!" Tony commands. Dropping to the floor, he presses two fingers against Cook's neck looking for a pulse. "He's...dead. Fucking dead." Tony mutters. He sits back on his knees and rubs his eyes. "Come on, Cook buddy, it was going so well. Why'd آپ have to go leave the party early? آپ always were king of the party." آپ hear him mutter under his breath. That's his way of grieving آپ guess. آپ don't know why but this guy that آپ can't even remember death has effected آپ a lot then آپ anticipated. Guilt it's a کتیا, کتيا and it's stinging like hell right now. آپ pull آپ look at him in shock. "He's fucking dead! The police will be here soon and he wouldn't want آپ caught." آپ stay still. "You've done enough! Leave! Get the fuck out!" With his final roar آپ push yourself to your feet, grab then gun and run out of the door. آپ hope that you'll forget this fast. Forget killing a man. آپ can't stand it so far.

It's a graveyard, just an ordinary graveyard. You've been here many times before, well آپ think آپ have. Your notes say so. آپ look out at the hundreds of stones in front of آپ and none of them matter, none but one. Emily's. آپ are in front of Emily's grave. "I...I've never understood...didn't understand what people were supposed to be doing here...when they come to grave yards to talk to something that isn't there. I just know...oh fuck...I miss you, okay, Emily?" Your voice breaks. "I...miss your smile and آپ hair and your smell and I miss every fucking thing about you, alright? Sometimes it's hard, so fucking hard and all I want to do is be in your arms again in our bed, in our home! The place where we belong. It's not fair! It's not fair that آپ were taken from me. I needed you. I...still need you." آپ drop down and press your head against her gravestone, your tears dropping onto the stone beside it. "I'm broken. The person who I am now isn't the Naomi آپ love...and I'm...I'm scared آپ wouldn't love me like this. I killed someone innocent. Someone آپ asked to look after me if آپ ever...you know...and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. My words feel empty. I feel so numb. I'm lost without آپ Emily. Dead." Your tears overcome آپ and آپ just sit there for a few minutes, arms wrapped around a gravestone because it's the closet آپ can get to her. And آپ need it. "I have to end it though, I know it's not what آپ want, but I need an end game, okay? After all this it's a ہوم for me, no one with my condition can truly live a normal life. I can't even get over آپ Emily, آپ are my one and only. I can't forget you, I wouldn't want to. I love you." آپ have to end it.

"She misses you, too, آپ know?" آپ hear from behind you.

"Katie?" آپ ask through your tear filled eyes.

"Yeah, it's me, bitch." She crouches down on the ground اگلے to آپ and puts down some flowers. "Hey, sis, how are آپ today? Keeping tidy, I see." She تبصرے about the condition of the grave. "I'm sorry, I haven't been around for her as much as you'd want me to be." آپ look at her. "It's was hard for me as well, yeah? I loved you, too, آپ silly muff muncher. I'll look after her now, though. I promise, I won't let her do anymore damage then she's already done." آپ smile. Katie can be less bitchlike sometimes.

"And what makes آپ think I want your protection?"

"Shhh! I'm talking here." Katie snaps playfully. "She loves you, I see that now. I'm sorry I doubted it. Love you, Ems. See آپ soon." And with that Katie stands and offers her hand to you. "Coffee?" this is the first time you've spoken to Katie since the accident. She was unreasonable after blaming you. She's had time to cool off and آپ are happy. آپ pull out your pad and pen and scribble something down. "There's something I have to do first, but when it's finished," آپ grit your teeth. آپ are ending this. One way یا another. No more, no fucking more! "We'll put Emily to rest properly, yeah?"

"I'd like that."

"Me too." And then Katie's gone, after giving آپ a brief hug.

What you've scribbled? Hope.

It's just a motel room, an ordinary hotel room. آپ know you've been here before because of the key in your pocket. آپ step inside and look around. It's normal. Bed, tv on a small desk, draws and a bathroom, nothing unusual. آپ walk over to the بستر and sit down on the edge. It's early morning, the sun is shining through the window. آپ look out and smile. You've forget the pain of last night, sure, it's down on paper but it's not the same. آپ don't feel the guilt as much now, because آپ can't remember and that helps. آپ stand in front of the mirror completely bare, looking yourself up and down, seeing yourself inside out. The phone rings and makes آپ jump, it's just the motel clerk checking on you. He seems like a nice guy. آپ hang up and look back at yourself. Your tattoos mare your skin, آپ trace your fingers across the main one. The one آپ look at all the time, just to remind yourself, motivate yourself and keep آپ on edge. "John _ raped and killed my wife." آپ look at how faded it is, has it really been that long? آپ look at some others, random bits of information that have led آپ to this point. There's a very old one, one you've never really understood until now. It says "Look closer...lights off." آپ frown. A message from Cook? How'd he get it on her body? Have آپ known something before and forgotten it since then?

آپ sit around for a while trying to figure it out. Something to look closer at? آپ pull out all your notes and go through everything, every little detail but none of it makes sense. It annoys آپ because آپ like to think that you've become a person that looks over every detail, into every nook and cranny until آپ uncover everything, and آپ can't find one thing. One thing that could be so vitally important, but then again it might be nothing. Cook seemed nice enough, but could he have figured it out all before her? آپ تلاش for a long time, don't look up to the clock just keeps going. It's annoying that آپ have to keep remembering everything before آپ can start looking again. And then آپ find something, in the most miraculous way, آپ feel anger rise up in آپ and it's your favourite emotion, it's one of power and true feeling, to feel the rage inside you, to آپ means آپ are still alive and kicking. آپ pick up the lamp on the ڈیسک اگلے to you, it's creating minimal light in the room but آپ need it to read, but fuck it, آپ smash it against the wall. It darkens the corner of the room آپ are in, the rest is lit up سے طرف کی daylight but the back corner of it isn't. آپ sigh and run your hand through your hair, dropping your hand back down something catches آپ are, there's something on your hand, it's tinted green and covering your thumb. What the fuck? آپ walk over towards your بستر side میز, جدول to try and get a better look in the light but it disappears. آپ gasp. آپ اقدام back over to the ڈیسک and open one of the draw, pull out the envelope entitled 'Must read: might be HIM!' and tip the contents on the ڈیسک top, آپ hold up the small bottom of clear liquid. آپ know what it is now. Invisible ink. Lights out. Your eyes bug. آپ grab and pen and scribble it down so آپ won't forget. آپ walk over to the curtains, pull them and push them into the windows blocking out as much light as possible. آپ اقدام over back into the blackness and look around the room, for anything یا any sort of clue. It's the only hope you've got. Nothing, آپ sigh and sit down in the ڈیسک chair, آپ were sure آپ were onto something. Then آپ see it, the familiar green tint, the tiniest speck of it sticking out from the corner of the massive picture of a کشتی on the motel wall. Above the bed. آپ smile. آپ stand up on the بستر and lift the picture and drop it down. آپ look back in awe. No fucking way. Written on your دیوار in your own hand writing is. "Effy knows who he is. Go find her. Watch out for Freddie, it took آپ fucking long enough."

آپ write it down, you've never written so fast in your life.

آپ kicked the door hard, the hinges snap under the force and the door bursts open. No time for games. آپ shoot Freddie in the chest three times as soon as he stands to stop you, he drops like a sack of shit and Effy screams in horror. آپ smile, point the gun at her and shoot her once in the leg. She drops, it's not over for her yet. Oh, no.

آپ grab her سے طرف کی her hair and pull her to the wall, آپ crouch down, putting pressure on her leg and holding her there with your other hand. She cries out in pain. "No مزید games, Effy! آپ tell me what I want to know and آپ tell me now!"

"I don't..."

"Don't آپ lie! I know آپ know who he is. Now, آپ tell me the whole story and آپ tell me now otherwise I'll shoot آپ in the other leg as well and leave آپ here." آپ press the gun hard against her other knee ٹوپی and she whimpers. آپ know she's going to break before she does. "Well!" آپ ask forcefully pushing the gun harder.

"Alright! Okay! Okay! آپ win. I'll talk."

"Yeah, آپ will." آپ take joy in your victory, smirking at the squirming brunette. "Now, tell me."

"Okay, his...ah, watch it...sorry, his name is John Foster. He's a therapist."

"A therapist, why would he want Emily?"

"He likes to collect girls okay. He likes to manipulate them, he did it to me I was one of his patients. He tried to get me to run away with him, to be with him but I wouldn't have it. I thought that would be it after that, that he would leave me alone and I'd be fine and happy to be with Freddie. Oh fuck Freddie." Effy's eyes fall on the body of her boyfriend.

"Don't look at him," آپ slap her. "Look at me." She does, teary eyed and scared. آپ almost feel for the girl, almost.

"Okay," glancing at Freddie. "He..errr...he came back, hurt Freddie. Threatened to kill us both unless we did what he said, but then آپ and that Cook guy had to fucking catch on, didn't you? آپ had to go and wreck what we had going and he told us to make آپ forget, so we did. We blamed my brother, I didn't want to do that, but آپ haven't meet this guy, okay? He's controlling. He can make آپ do things and I had to...I just had to. When Cook found this all out he kept it from you, but آپ found something, a video clip of John Foster and آپ knew, آپ just knew and then آپ found proof. We burned it, burned all the information آپ had on him in some hope that you'd forget about it and آپ did, for 3 months, 3 months we got without him at our door and you've gone and fucked it again."

"Why Emily though?"

"Because she was seeing him."

"I knew she was seeing a therapist. She told me for family counselling. But why did he choose her?" آپ ask, angrily.

"Because she didn't have a family to go looking. He didn't count on you, though. She never mentioned that آپ were so...persistent." آپ almost growl at her for that.

"Where can I find him?"

"You don't want to."

"WHERE!" آپ cry and push the gun against her skull. She whimpers and tries to shift away. She nods and coughs.

"His address is in the draw of my بستر side table. He'll be at work now so..."

"Good, that's the perfect time." آپ grab the gun and point it at her. She cries out and holds her hands in front of her face.

"Please, no! I don't want to die! Please!"

"You're pathetic." آپ spit and then hit her with the gun, knocking her out. Fucking bitch. She's lucky آپ don't kill her. Not after what she did to Emily. آپ walk into the other room and go into the draw, آپ find the card and write down the address. آپ write down as much information about what just happened as possible and then leave. Then آپ forget. Then آپ remember. Then آپ go after him.

"Ah, Miss Campbell, I've been expecting you." He says as he sits down across from you. He's everything آپ imagined to be behind that mask. A smug, sharp face that makes آپ instantly want to break his face. "I was wondering how long it was going to take آپ to find me." He knows why آپ are here, that makes this easier.

"Did I meet your expectations?"

"I thought you'd find me two weeks earlier than this but still, you're the only one. I don't know how آپ did it, especially with that...condition آپ have but آپ did it and I must say I'm impressed. I'm sure Emily would be as well." آپ grit your teeth. How dare he talk about her! He has no right! Your grip tightens on the gun in your pocket. He sees آپ movement and reads it. He opens a draw to his left and puts some files into it, quicker than آپ anticipate he pulls a silenced pistol out and shoots آپ twice in the chest. One hitting آپ just below the shoulder and the other hitting آپ just below your left breast. آپ gasp and a wheezing sound escapes your throat. He coughs politely walks around and pulls the gun from your pocket, throws it away into the corner and sits on the ڈیسک in front of you. "Ah, what a situation you've gotten yourself into Miss Campbell, Can I call آپ Naomi?" He doesn't wait for a reply. "Naomi, look what you've done, you've confronted the man that killed and raped your wife and he's not only outsmarted آپ but killed آپ as well, I thought آپ were better than this?" He stands and places a hand on your shoulder, patting it. A single tear trickles down your cheek. You've failed her. "It was quite simple آپ see, Naomi. Everyone feels lust and I take what I want and your...girlfriend was a spectacular specimen, absolutely fascinating and after the سیکنڈ I saw her I knew I had to have her. I know you've met Effy before so this is how it went, I used Effy to get to know Jenna Fitch, she was easily convinced to book the family to see me here and once I'd spoken to Emily I had to have her even more, Emily spoke very highly, آپ know?" He steps closer to the window and looks out, smiling into the sun. "Even when I convinced her to do private sessions with me she wouldn't shut up about you, just keep going on and on about her perfect آپ two were for each other. It disgusted me. She was so blinded سے طرف کی آپ that she couldn't see me right in front of her, she wasn't as spectacular as I first thought." He turns to face you. "She was tainted. سے طرف کی you. So I took what I wanted. I got Effy to get me your address because Effy can get just about anything and I only had the family's address. I had to keep her in line though, she didn't want to do it at first but once I threatened that boyfriend of hers she did as she was told. So once I had that all I had to do was just simply, take what I wanted and I did just that, but I remember that night well and I remember what آپ did to me. I couldn't work for weeks after, that bat left a mark. You'll pay for that." He marches آگے and slams his fist into your face, hard. Twice. آپ gasp as آپ hit the floor. He kicks آپ in the chest and آپ cough and splutter.

"So weak. So weak all آپ women. So easy to manipulate. But you, آپ are one of a kind. I underestimated آپ and your male friend, Cook. He chased me away that night but I knew you'd come looking and آپ did." آپ gasp and look out towards the city. The towers are blurred in your view. آپ squeeze your eyes tight and try to focus. آپ look around for anything, for any hope. "And he found me, long before آپ did but I made sure he didn't tell you, held his life in the palm of my hands and he backed off, promised to keep آپ in check but he didn't and I had to make sure Effy made آپ forget, مزید than once. But she made a mistake, she made آپ kill him and in the cowards death he told آپ truth which he could not take back, which led آپ to my door. So I hope آپ are happy." آپ reach up and grade the glass object from the desk. Your hands slips all over it. "Because know آپ get to die like the whore of your girlfriend. Do آپ want to know what it felt like? To be in her? To have her writh underneath me? She was so happy about it. She loved every سیکنڈ of it and I'm going to do that to آپ too before آپ die. Because آپ fascinate me as well. How can something so weak just keep coming back?"

"You tell me." آپ rasp and slam the snow globe down into the back of his head. His head smashes آگے into the glass and آپ hit him again. And again and again and again until آپ can't see the shape of a head anymore. All آپ see is blood. آپ slum down over his dead body. He's finally fucking got what he deserves. They say revenge doesn't bring آپ relief, but آپ chest feels lighter, آپ don't know if that's because of the blood loss یا because it's finally over but when آپ slump back to look out over the setting sun. آپ smile. I'm coming Ems, I'm coming.

When the sun sets, your eyes close for the last time.

Naomi's eyes open for the first time in a long time and her pupil moves and Emily gasps. That's the first time in months that she's had any movement in that area. "Doctor, doctor!" the redhead cries excitedly. A curly haired man comes running over, out of breath and looking at the blonde anxiously.

"Yes, Emily, how can I help you? I'm very busy, آپ see. I've got lots of patients and Naomi's condition isn't one of my main priorities. When it comes to this sort of brain damage..."

"Doctor Jones, focus." The redhead's become use to him. He gets locked on but is a terrific doctor.

"Sorry and please call me JJ." He shakes his head and focuses. "What did آپ want Emily?"

"It's Naomi, Doctor. She opened her eyes! And her pupils are moving! Surely that's a good thing." JJ looks at for concerned for a second.

"I've told آپ before Emily, Naomi's condition isn't the sort of one she can recover from. She'll be like this most likely forever."

"Can't آپ just take a look?" The young doctor frowns but nods his head. Pulls out a tiny torch from inside his white جیکٹ and walks over to the blonde laying in the hospital bed. He reaches down and shines the light into her eyes, Naomi's eye jumps towards the source. He gasps. He reaches over and does the same to the other eye, the same effect.

"This is most unlikely. Most peculiar. A rarity, I don't know how یا what could have caused this. I can only speculate that Naomi is somehow forcing herself better. I don't quite understand it."

"What does this mean, doctor?"

"I honestly, don't know Emily. I won't say for sure she'll get better because that is still very unlikely, she could be reacting to your presence یا her subconscious is struggling to deal with something. All I can say is آپ need to be there for her. To care for her. Love her like she loves آپ and whatever happens, Naomi will be somewhat okay." Emily nods.

"Thank you, JJ."

"Let me know if anything else happens?" Emily nods. She sits back down on the بستر اگلے to the redhead and takes the blondes hand. "Everything will be fine, Nai. I'll never leave you." She reaches down and presses a kiss to the blonde's hand. A tear dropping down her check. "Because I know in there, in your head, your thinking about me, too, like I think about آپ everyday. So, what would آپ like today ترکاریاں, سلاد یا jelly...? Jelly's quite nice..." She drags off. As she talks she drags her eyes over the بستر اگلے to her, a brunette girl, she thinks her name is Effy is laying in the بستر اگلے to her, she has a broken leg and her boyfriend, a tall bloke with dark hair is watching over her. He doesn't seem too friendly. She smiled at Tony as he handed her the jelly, he was a porter here, volunteered, he seemed to take a particular interest in Effy but Emily didn't know why, she didn't سوال it. Tony liked to tell Emily that Naomi was dreaming and when that dream ended she'd finally wake up. Emily secretly hoped that was true. Katie came every Sunday with Emily, she'd help feed Naomi, dress her and bring her sister things that she thought would help her. Keep her sane while she looked after her girlfriend. Katie cried about Naomi too sometimes, but she'd never admit it to Emily. She had to put up a dront to her. Cook comes to visit Naomi with Emily sometimes too, he was the one to save them both from the hands of John Foster. He'd come into the house the same night, seen the broken window, come in and found John standing over a bloody Naomi in the bath room, he'd strangled the bloke to death then and there, Emily کہا it was self defence and stuck سے طرف کی it. She'd gotten better after the attack, but the blow to Naomi's head was too much and she never recovered.

"So how is she today?" Cook asks sitting down اگلے to Emily and taking her hand. Emily's sniffs the tears back and shakes her head. He pulls her to his chest and strokes her hair soothingly. "She knows, okay? She knows."

"She knows." Emily says to herself reassuringly. "And even if she doesn't, I'll sit here and rot with her to tell her again, just one مزید time." She'll wait for her, she always will.