Emily Part 4

Emily remembered something important, it wasn't a road it was a path, in a woods.  She remembers the feeling of her heart racing, what is going on.

She runs out the house onto the street, the market is in full flow today.  People everywhere, the perfect place to be on your own, she thought but she turns and see that Mark has followed her calling her name.  Emily he cries.  Emily, Stop Wait.  You need to know something.

But she keeps on running, Mark feeling perplexed runs after her.  He want to stop her, he wants to tell her everything, but she too fragile.  He was the one risking his life he felt he was the one who needed help.  I just cannot keep up this lie.  Mark thought to himself.  Emily, please.  He calls again.

She looked back and could see Mark chasing her down.  I just want to be alone right now Emily called back to Mark.

Mark started to slow down because the crowd on the street started to grow. Emily he shouted, Emily don't Run.  You’re not allowed to be on your own.  But his voice was drowned out by the noise on the street.

Damn it he thought.  Shit, they are going to kill me, I let her get away.

Emily Part 3

The last thing I can remember is just a long empty road. But for the life of me I can’t remember where it would be.

I remember tress and a woods but that's all.  Was there any markings? Was there anything unfamiliar?  The whole road felt unfamiliar but at the same time felt kind of safe.  Safer then I feel now, Emily thought.

Mark started to walk upstairs and barged into the room.  What you doing there Hun, he said kind of sheepish.

I'm just trying to remember what happened the last few weeks she said, trying to hid what she has actually wrote down, Felling that Mark would think something was up if he saw what she wrote.  Oh he said looking at the papers intensely, Can you not remember then, can you not remember anything at all?

That's a strange question to ask, not really, Mark if something happened would you tell me.

No Mark snapped back.  That was a bit intense even he's expression thought that it was too.  Before anything else could be said mark turned out the room mumbling sorry as he went.

Emily frozen, she can’t believe that conversation actually happened.

What is going on?

Emily Part 2

Emily couldn't shift the feeling that something wasn't right, I'll start looking into this, I'll ask questions that only Mark will know and see what he says.

Mark, she called, what date did we go to the theatre to see that show a few years ago?  There was a pause and then he answered the 5th of June.  Damn it he's right.  What else would only he know she thought......?  Ooh Mark, one more question my memory's playing up.  Alright Hun he replied.  What time was our first date?   It was meant to be at 7pm but you fell asleep on the bus and I was stuck at work so we finally meet at 11pm, where we spent a wonderful night in the late night burger place.  Damn it, right again.

Maybe it’s me then, maybe I'm what wrong.  OR maybe that's what they want me to think.  Something is going on here and they are trying to make me seem crazy.  I need to think, when did Mark start to seem off?  What was I doing? What happened the day before?  What can’t I remember?  What the hell did happen? I need to get dressed and try to remember the last thing I can remember.

Emily Part 1

Emily woke from her slumber, her room was pitch black, odd she thought, normally there's some light as she reached for her lamp, it wasn't there, odd.  It must be late so she tried to relax in bed where she felt the safest.  As minutes passed she began to drift into a slumber.

When she finally woke the room was light and the lamp was still not where she thought she touched last night. She could of swore there was a lamp, it was morning and she wandered downstairs into the kitchen to find mark there cooking breakfast and singing along to some of the cheesiest music of the decade,  swinging his hips to the disco beat.  God he sounded like a drowned cat when he sang.  Xfactor winner is something he will never be.  She watched him for a while but something didn't seem right, maybe he was too chipper, maybe he seemed taller, whatever it was she couldn't put her finger on it.

Morning love, he called over to her, Eggs?

His question made her a bit startled; she hasn't eaten eggs for 9 years.  Not for me she called back, feeling puzzled. Mark just shrugged and carried on cooking. 

How odd they have been together for 11 years so he knows she don't eat eggs, but not willing to seem odd or puzzled about this feeling, she walked into the kitchen to grab some toast.

Not like you to be cooking, she said dancing next to him, he smiled and replied, what you talking about I always cook.

This she knew was off, mark has not cooked in the 11 years they have been together, not after the time he nearly burnt the house down.

I going to the shower, that's what I, need she thought to herself.  Be down soon. And she ran upstairs.

Something really wasn't right, something was majorly off.

Mark wasn't acting normal.