Unnamed Journal Volume 2, Issue 3 - Page 43

Lost in the Strange, Cold Pleasures of the Night rumors that would surface about her at school now. By Monday afternoon Emily's fears had become reality. When she walked into her afternoon History class, a hush fell over the room. She pretended not to notice and took her seat, pulling her notebook and textbook out. A shadow was cast over her desk, looking up she saw Tony Comstock standing over her. He was one of the taller kids in school and played on the varsity football team. Tony said, "What's it like to fuck a scarecrow?" The laughter in the room was so loud, Emily heard her pulse beating inside her ear. She was fused to her chair. Less than a minute later, Mr. Balducci the History teacher came in and told the class to settle down. When he asked why everyone was so rowdy, Tony said that he was just asking Emily about her Biology homework. Another deafening wall of laughter boxed Emily into her seat. Her petrifaction was so total, she couldn't lift her hands to wipe the tears from her cheeks. *** T hat night Emily relayed her woes to Jack, ensconced in his cold embrace. He listened silently to her tearful retelling, occasionally squeezing her in his arms. She wiped fresh tears from her eyes. "I don't know what to do," she said. "I can play sick for a day or two, but eventually I'll have to go back to school. Everyone will be assholes to me. I can't fucking believe Kate! I could kill her." "Will you?" Asked Jack. "What, kill Kate? I want to, but I don't think I could. Even if I could, I'd get caught and go to jail. No, no. I'm just frustrated, that's all." "It's often a struggle for me to understand human laws and reasoning, but your feelings, Emily, make sense to me." "Thanks, I think," she said, looking into her lover's eyes. "What do you think I should do Jack?" "I'm not sure I'm the best person for you to ask, dear. The ways of my world would get you imprisoned here, and my exposure to this world has been limited and always confusing." He looked away. "I can hold you, and do as you would ask of me." "Would you kill Kate if I asked you to?" "Of course, Emily." Jack answered. "As you well know, I'm bound to your service. You can ask me to do anything within my power. Do you think my killing your friend would please you?" "No," she said. "I don't think it would. Besides, I couldn't ask you to do that. I don't know if it would change how you feel about me, but it would change how I feel about me. It's not an option, but I had to ask you." Emily sat up and stared at the foot of her bed while Jack continued to lay beside her. "Jack, how do you feel about me?"