Profile my Heart (Currently Re-writing)

Part 107

Jennifer Jareau's POV

I call Emily. I wait. And I wait. And I wait.

I get that annoying voice:

"You have indeed joined Emily Prentiss. I can't come to the phone right now. Please, let your phone number and your name and I will try to call you back as soon as possible. **beep**"

I pitch my cellphone.

"Fuck... I hope I'm not too late."

I speed up and drive to Emily's house. I run out of the car and run to the front door. I knock.

"C'mon Emily! Open! I know you're in there!"

As she's not opening the door, I try to open it, but it's locked. I don't have other choices. I smash the door.

"Emily!"

BANG

I run to the kitchen. I see Emily pitching dishes on the floor. She's crying. I stay outside of the kitchen.

"Emily, what the hell are you doing?!"

She simply ignores me.

"I asked a question, Emily."

She turns and looks at me.

"I'm so confused about everything!"

"Drop that plate, Emily. We will talk in the living room."

She pitches the plate and walks over to me. But she slides on the pieces of the dishes that broke on the floor. Her head hits the floor.

"Oh God! Emily! Are you okay!" I ask, running over to her, trying not to slide too.

I help her to sit. She puts her hand on her head. She has blood on her head. Falling, she also cuts her hands, arms and a bit her legs. I help her to get up and to sit on the couch. I go back in the kitchen to take a wet compress and the first aid kit. I sit beside Emily.

While I was in the kitchen, she took a cigarette.

"Emily... I told you what I was thinking about you smoking."

"I can't help... I'm so stressed and... Ouch...!"

"Sorry. Keep that wet compress on your head."

She takes it and puts it on her head.

"Jennifer... She talked to me."

"Who?"

"My daughter. When I was on drugs."

"You imagined that. You were high!"

"Yeah, I was. But she said something to me."

"What did she said?"

"Something terrible was going to happen."

"To whom? When?"

"I don't know..."

"Emily. You know you need help."

"I already talked to a psychologist!"

"I know."

"I don't know what to do. I don't recognize myself anymore!"

"We don't too. We see it when you're not feeling well."

"You don't understand, Jennifer."

"Of course, I do."

"Jennifer..."

"Yes?"

"Can you promise me something?"

"What?"

"Always be there. No matter what."

"Uh... Yes."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

She crushes her cigarette and looks at me.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For being me."

"Why would it be a problem? You're YOU. "

"Recently, I've been so stupid. I took drugs, I restarted smoking..."

"Everyone does mistakes."

"You took drugs too?! I don't think so."

"Emily. You know what I meant."

"Will you tell everything to Hotch?"

"If you go see another psychologist, I won't."

"But..."

"I can tell everything to Hotch."

"Okay... I will see a psychologist..."

"It'll be okay, Emily. Everything will be as before."

She lays her head on my chest and closes her eyes.

"No. Nothing will ever be the same..."