Emma didn't know long she had spent underneath the water in the tub, holding her breath, allowing herself to sift through her mind and thoughts, allowing herself not to feel the weight of her body. For that moment, she didn't want to feel, didn't feel like feeling, wanted to be out of the confines of the cruel world even if it was just for a second, wanting to be unable to remember how her body was invaded by a sick coward.
Emma!!!
A sharp call caused her to break away from that delusion, and arise from her fallen state out of the water in a jiffy.
Looking around her shakily, as the cold had already begun to seep into her slowly, she spotted Margo by the door.
She felt happy, then relieved. At least someone that would answer her questions. Someone that would understand. Someone she could be herself with.
"What are you still doing in there? Get out of the tub now! Or do you want to make me do it?" She heard the middle-aged woman say.
Margo's neice???
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!