My First Fan-Fic

I HAVE patience. The issue is just when I decide to use it. :p and I'm using it now. I'm not going to force you, but the anxious mob behind me might. :rolleyes: ^_^ *hugs* love you and your story, lonny.
 
Emily was thinking, hard. The snow was bringing back memories that she had tried to forget, tried to push away. But they were coming back. Far away, in the back of her mind, she could hear Tessa's cry of "Don't forget me!" and Ryan's cry of "Don't leave me!". She had said that she wouldn't. And she hadn't, had she? But she had. After they had died, she tried to forget. She didn't want to remember. She was afraid. Afraid to hurt, and yet, she hurt so terribly. Afraid to have memories, and yet, she remembered so clearly. Afraid to make friends again, and yet, some were trying to befriend her. Something inside of her; something long forgotten, was crying out for help, but she was trying to supress it. Help? She didn't want help; from anyone, she didn't want it.
 
LC, I'm not going to make you wait very long.


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Lucy quietly slipped behind the others to walk with Emily. The little girl looked up at her and slipped her hand into Emily's. Emily nearly jumped in surprise. She looked down to see Lucy looking up at her quizzicaly. She shook her head.
"I'm okay," she whispered.
Lucy nodded. "That's what you always say. But Emily, whatever it is, it's going to be okay."
Emily choked back the unwanted tears that she felt starting to rise and said, "I'm alright, really I am."
Lucy only smiled. "It's okay."
Emily looked away and quickly whiped away a single tear that had dared to come out. She was angry with herself for not being more careful at hiding her feelings. What she didn't know was that Lucy was a very understanding and sensitive child, who could tell when others were hurting very easily.
Susan looked over her shoulder and said, "Lucy's walking back there with Emily."
"Maybe Lucy will be able to find something out," Peter said.
"Lucy told me last night that she thinks we shouldn't pressure Emily," Susan said. "She said that whatever it is, it will all come out in due time."
"She's probably right, too," Mr. Beaver said.
"I hope she is," Peter replied. "Emily is quite a puzzle."
 
About an hour later they stopped and took a break. Lucy was quite tired of being quiet. All of the snow looked so pretty, and she wanted to play in it. And she had a plan to get the others involved, too. Quietly, she made a snowball behind her back, hoping that the others wouldn't notice. Once she was through, Lucy glanced around quickly to see who she should throw it at. She grinned. The back of Peter's head was a perfect target. Glancing around quickly, she aimed carefully, and them threw it. There was a loud "whack!" as the snowball hit its target. Peter yelled and whirled around. Lucy stood there, laughing. Peter laughed too and started to make a snowball. Soon, Everyone was throwing snowballs at each other.
Once, Lucy glanced at Emily, who had joined in. She saw, to her complete surprise, that Emily was smiling and laughing just like the rest of them. She stood still and watched her for a moment. It looked as if, for a few precious minutes, all of Emily's pain and suffering and hurt had been forgotten.
But it was not to last.
Emily caught Lucy watching her, and immediately, something happened. Something hit Emily, hard. Everything came rushing back. She looked away from Lucy and droped the half finished snowball in her hands.
Mr. Beaver looked up. "I think it's time to move on," he said quietly.
 
They were all a lot quieter as they moved on. Emily was fighting a battle with herself and they all seemed to sense that. What was she struggling with? How was it that she could switch moods so easily? It didn't make sense, didn't add up. But then, a lot of things about their own lives didn't add up, either.
 
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