Emison: Fragile Like Glass

Chapter 12: All Signs Point To...

Alison POV:
"It keeps replaying in my head. I can't close my eyes. All I see is the crash." I wail.

"Shhh..." She whispers, and mumbles sweet nothings into my ear.

Sweet nothings.

I eventually fell asleep in Emily's arms

[...]
I wake up and Emily is not in the bed anymore.

I start panicking, and my body feels really hot.

What's happening to me?!

I feel dizzy. Like I'm in some trance. I close my eyes trying to calm down.

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I hear screaming and see the water.

I can't get out.

I'm stuck...Trapped.
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My eyes shoot open and I'm still on Emily's bed.

I whimper, and pick up my phone to call her.

E-"Hello?"

A-"H-Hello? Emily?" I ask in a shaky voice.

E-"Alison? Are you okay?"

A-"No." I tell her, barely audible.

E-"What happened?" She asks worriedly.

A-"The crash. I saw it again." I mumble as the tears come.

E-"Do you want me to come back home?" She asks.

A-"Where are you?"

E-"At school."

E-"I can come if you really want me to."

A-"Yes. Please. I need you." I cry.

E-"Okay. I'll be there in 10 minutes."

A-"Okay." I end in a whisper and hang up.

I sit on her bed trying not to think of the crash, but images and memories of it keep flashing through my mind.

"AHHH!" I scream in frustration.

[...]
"Alison?" I hear Emily's sweet voice call out.

"In your room!" I call out.

"Hey!" She smiles, coming into the room.

"Hey." I say. "What's got you so happy?" I ask.

"You got me out of biology." She laughs, and sets her glass of water on her desk. Which I'm guessing she got when she came home.

"Well, you're welcome." I joke, and giggle.

She sticks her tongue out at me and sits at her desk.

"I'm bored." I groan.

"I'm Emily. Nice to meet you, Bored." She jokes, and grins. Which was the cutest thing I've ever seen.

"Shut up." I mutter.

Emily POV:
Alison pushes me over in the chair to sit down, and I shift my body to give her more room.

When I do this my elbow hits my glass of water, and spills all over Alison, splashing her face too.

The glass falls and makes a loud thunk as it hits the desk and trash can.

Alison nearly jumps out of her skin, and whimpers. She quickly gets up, backing away.

"Alison? Are you okay?" I ask.

"I-I..." She trails off.

I get up and walk over to her.

"It's okay. You're fine." I tell her, and wipe her face off.

"I'm sorry." I whisper.

She looks up at me with her big blue eyes.

She gets up on her tippy toes and kisses me!

I immediately pull away by accident because I'm shocked.

"I-I'm sorry!" She quickly says and runs out at full speed.

"Wait! Alison! Come back!" I call after her.

I hear the front door open and close, and she's gone.

"DAMN IT!" I yell. "FUCK!" I shout louder this time. It burns my lungs and throat.

I throw myself on the bed and stare at the ceiling as tears burns my eyes.

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Alison POV:
"God! How could I be so stupid?!" I yell at myself as I sit in my car.

I'm in the parking lot of the hospital.

I get out, and go inside to the clinic.

"Hi. Is Dr.Shepard here?" I ask someone.

"He's in Neuro. Would you like me to call him for you?" She asks.

"Yes, please. That'd be great." I say, and smile politely at her.

Once I turn around, I immediately drop the smile and sit down.

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"Alison! What's got you back here?" Dr. Shepard asks me.

"I've been having flashbacks and memories of the crash. Any loud noise with scare. And I can't close eyes without seeing water surround me." I tell him in a hurry. I want this gone.

We go into his office, and I sit across from him.

"So, the trauma you suffered did put you at a near death experience." He says.

"Obviously." I say, sounding harsher than I intended.

"You said you are having memories and flashbacks of it, correct."

"Yes, sir."

"Have you been having dreams about the crash?"

"Nightmare...Night terror. And yes." I tell him.

"Do you have flashbacks as if you were revisiting the event? It happening again?" He questions me.

"Yes."

"Do you have any points in time where you have severe distress or physical symptoms? If something reminds you of the event?" He asks.

"I guess so, yeah." I answer him.

"By the looks of it, and what you are experiencing, and by what you've told me. I'd say you have PTSD. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder."