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do this to her?" Harry asked. He looked at his form, noticing that some of the blood was on his knuckles. Zane had also noticed, and the both of them began inspecting their own bodies. Their shirts and trousers had some streaks of blood on them.

"We did this to her," Zane stated in disbelief and shock. "But how?"

Then the memories came back to their minds. They recalled the awful sounds, the screams of pain, the begging, and the last thing Zane did to her...

Zane knew that he had been angry with Emery, but to show his anger towards her in such a way... he could not believe what he had done.  

Harry rushed to the suite's toilet, and seconds later, he was puking. Zane just stared at Emery in shock, disbelief and horror as Harry flushed the mess he had left in the toilet bowl. 

"I can't believe we did this," Zane commented, not taking his eyes off the girl he had abused.

"Emery..." Harry called out to her, only to receive no answer. "Did we kill her?" he asked Zane. "Maybe it's not too late. Maybe we can get Liam or Logan to heal her--"

Harry cut himself off as he felt for Emery's pulse on the wrist. He was shaking with hope as he touched it, and it pained him to realize he felt nothing.

Nothing.

"There is no pulse," he informed Zane with widened eyes. "Zane, what are we going to do?"

Zane remained silent as he thought of what to say.

"We place her on the bed," Zane spoke.

"What?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"We need to make it look like we were not here."

"Zane, are you serious? Look at her! She could be dead!"

"She is dead, Harry!" Zane snapped before the tears came out of his eyes. "Shit! Fuck! Shit!" he yelled as he punched his thighs. 

Harry remained quiet for a moment, letting Zane sob. He couldn't cry because he was too shocked by what he had done.

"You're right, Zane. We need to make it look like we weren't here," Harry spoke. Zane nodded in agreement before he and Harry moved to Emery's form. They grabbed her, feeling hatred for what they had done to her as they moved to the bedroom. They placed her on the bed before they quickly left the room.

Minutes after the two left the room, Bianca came back. She noticed the scene in front of her, admiring the mess the boys had done to Emery. With a smirk, she went towards the item she came for. She took the camera, swiftly heading out of the suite and closing the door behind her.

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Emery's P.O.V

I woke up with a gasp, feeling shaken after the nightmare I just had. I didn't even want to think about the details.

It was dark in my suite, which meant it was still night. I went to get up, only to realize that I felt pain. It was hard for me to move. 

Something nagged me at the back of my mind, and it made me realize that the nightmare I had was a reality. I had dreamt what had occurred before I passed out. 

At first, I was shocked. I couldn't move as I processed what had happened.

A minute hadn't passed before I started tearing up. I screamed in anger, feeling enraged over what Harry and Zane had done to me. I was also angry that I hadn't done anything to protect myself.

I cried, thinking of the damage that could have been done to my body. I needed to see it, and so that urged me to get up from the bed.

I went to stand from the bed by supporting my form with my left arm, but I screamed out at the unexpected agony. I stopped moving. I wondered what had happened to my arm, and I quickly remembered.

Zane had popped it out of its socket.

More tears came out at the memory. 

I then used my other arm. Luckily, it had not been broken. When I was standing, I almost swore at the sudden throbbing I felt all over my form. I moved a step, and the pain seemed to have increased.

I quickly walked to the bathroom. I switched on the lights before undressing, planning to take a hot shower to alleviate the pain that I felt. It was then that I noticed my reflection in the large mirror. What I saw had me frozen.

I was unrecognizable. Bruises and cuts with dried blood had marred my face. There were swollen areas around my cheeks, and my eyelids were turning an ugly shade of bluish-purple. The skin near my nose was slightly red, and it looked swollen. I touched it, wincing at the pain I felt just by grazing the skin. 

When I winced, I noticed the red coating on my teeth. I gasped in disbelief as I opened my mouth. A couple of teeth were missing, and there was still a hint of blood.

My gaze traveled lower, noticing the marks formed by the glass shards that had earlier pierced my skin. I also saw something like a shoeprint on my stomach, and that explained why I felt pain in my gut. The arm that Zane had twisted was dangling as I noticed that it had swollen near the shoulder. 

There were irregular cuts on my torso; they looked like those of a kid trying to draw something on a piece of paper. I recalled the feeling of Harry and Zane drawing on my stomach with the glass shards, and I flinched at the memory.

They had ruined me. Those two assholes had ruined me.

I couldn't do anything for a moment as I stared at my form in disbelief. My thoughts were running wild, wondering how I was in such a mess.

How could I ever fix such a mess?

I soon found myself collapsing on the floor and sobbing. 

How could they?

HOW COULD THEY?

More tears came out of my eyes as I thought of what Zane and Harry had done to me. 

I hated them. I despised them. I had never felt such a rage as I did then. 

I still could not believe that they had abused me.

My heart clenched with rage over the words I remembered them telling me. They still wanted to beat me, and it was obvious they did not regret what they had done to me. Besides, Zane told me how much he hated me by kicking me in my crotch. I was useless.

Was that what I actually was? A worthless person who had no meaning in the world?

Still crying, I proceeded to go to the shower.

I turned the heater on, wincing as the hot water made contact with the wounds on my form. Unable to do anything with the other arm, I just stood under the shower, thinking of what I would do next. I looked down, noticing that the dried blood on my form was flowing into the shower drain. 

I had never felt so pathetic, so spiteful and so disgusted with myself. I wanted to rub off the memory of what Zane and Harry had done to me. I wanted to forget it; I wanted to leave and to never come back.

However, I couldn't forget the memory. Those two had made sure it would stick in my mind, especially when they drew on my stomach.

The water was red for a long time as it flowed into the drain. I started crying again, hating myself for ever coming on the boys' tour.

I should have stayed away. I could have dealt with the erwiches from the comfort of Crystalia without ever having to face everyone who had hurt me. 

More importantly, I could have avoided all the hurt that I felt for coming on the tour in the first place.

Minutes later, I dried myself and took a change of clothes before going into the suite's bedroon.

"Emery," the wind spoke. At that moment, I dismissed it. 

I was slowly toweling my hair as more tears poured out of my eyes when the wind spoke again: "Emery."

I realized that it wasn't the wind. It was a familiar voice.

Who was it?

As if to answer my mental question, I watched in disbelief as a woman materialized in front of me. A second later, Eva had teleported into the hotel suite. 

I blinked, beginning to believe that the damage done to my head must have been too much.

"Eva?" I exclaimed, almost collapsing on the ground in shock. The evil queen smiled as she approached me.

"Emery! Long time no see--"

"H-how?" I asked, interrupting her. "I killed you. I watched your form burn!"

"Yes, you did, but I am still alive," she replied with a smile. 

I expected her to be angry. I thought she would be vengeful. But then, the woman was talking to me as if I had not burnt her to death. What the hell was going on?

I shook my head in disbelief.

"I must be hallucinating," I told myself, looking at the mirror in front of me. Maybe I was, and the universe was paying me back by taking me to hell. 

"Poor Emery," she spoke, approaching my form. I noticed her reflection in the mirror, and that shocked me. "Look at you. You give so much but you get nothing in return."

"Leave me alone, Eva," I spoke, believing that I was indeed hallucinating. It must have been a result of the many hits I had been given.

"You do seem unsure about your demand," Eva said with a playful smile. "You want to know why?"

I shook my head in denial.

"Your inner darkness has called out to me."

What?

"I have no inner darkness."

Eva released a laugh of her own as she grabbed my shoulders. Her hands felt so real, and I wondered for a moment if I was indeed hallucinating.

"Don't play games with me, Emery," she said as she stretched her arm to touch the mirror in front of me. Once her finger grazed the surface, the mirror changed the view of my reflection to reveal my dark form. 

My evil form was staring back at me with no expression on her face. Her skin was unbelievably black, and her eyes too were black. There was only a white ring around her pupil. Even though she was standing in a dark background, I was surprisingly not scared of her.

"This is your inner darkness, Emery. It's calling out to you."

My dark form copied my actions, blinking as I moved my hand towards the reflection. I noticed the sharpened black nails on it and the unnaturally black skin that made me look like some demon.

"I can't allow myself to be that," I said, retracting my arm.

"Why not, Emery?" Eva asked as she levitated to my bed.

"There are many people who depend on me," I told her.

"It does not seem like it," Eva snorted. "Do you mean people who have let you down?"

The mirror in front of me showed the evidence to Eva's statement. It showed me being stabbed and it revealed the awful things that had happened to me in Australia. It also showed me being ambushed by the waitress and the group of OBers, and the latest, almost being killed by Harry and Zane. That had been the worst.

I turned away from the mirror, not wanting to see more.

"What were the stupid reasons they came up for these?" she asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "Oh, yes. The dream that they later found out was a fake. If you didn't know, Emery, they had the dream before things went bad for you."

"I suspected it," I said, not meeting her gaze.

"Also, have you forgotten that they all believed Bianca?" Eva asked, feigning a shocked expression. "And to think that all this could have been avoided if only Erick had made sure the dream was legit."

"SHUT UP!" I yelled at her with a glare even though I realized that what she said was true.

Eva laughed as she levitated towards me before saying: "Why do you fight it, Emery?"

"I'm not evil!"

"Really? Because other people seem to think otherwise. Don't you remember how everyone acted around you?"

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