Emma Nichols

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Someone murders Ryan McCormack's love, and he is framed.

Submitted: June 05, 2011

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Submitted: June 05, 2011



I know what they'll tell you. That I'm crazy, uncontrollable. I need to be locked up. I deserve it. But that's a lie.

I didn't do it. I couldn't do it. I couldn't have killed her. I couldn't have killed Emma. I loved Emma.

I should backtrack, way to the beginning. Hm, where did it start? I suppose on Christmas Eve. It feels like ages ago. It's July 19th today. Two months since my trial. Two months since I was found guilty. But I'm telling you, I'm innocent.

I met Emma around two years ago. It was the summer before ninth grade, right when we were going into high school. She was amazing. We didn't start dating until the very beginning of tenth grade. That was around three months before she died.

I guess I should stop stalling and get to the point. So I will.

I stepped off the warm bus and almost immediately started to shiver. The cold snow hit my body, making me wish I was wearing more than a hoodie and sweatpants. My best friend, Alex Levine, stopped next to me.
"You want a jacket? You can have mine." I shook my head, declining his offer. My house was only a few blocks away from the bust stop.
"Come on, Alex." I said, starting to jog. He followed me. I could hear his heavy footsteps smacking onto the ground.

Finally, we reached my house. We walked inside, the warmth of the house feeling good against our cold bodies. I shivered, not taking off my hoodie. Alex took off his jacket and handed it to me. I took it from him and hung it on one of the hooks. I kicked off my sneakers, watching him do the same.

We walked into the living room, knowing that no one would be home. Too busy. I grabbed the T.V. remote, flopped on the couch and kicked my feet up onto the ottoman. I turned the T.V. on, and Simpsons music began to play.
"Antisocial much?" asked Alex. I chucked, and slid over, giving him room. He slid up next to me.
"Ryan, turn off the T.V.. I need to tell you something." said Alex. Without hesitation, I hit the power button.
"Ryan... I think I'm gay." The news hit me with a bit of a shock. I tried not to show it and smiled.
"Well, that's good for you."
"'Cause I kind of like you..." I looked at him with a quizzical look. He leaned in towards me, kissing me. I couldn't pull away. I just sat there, dumbstruck.

The door creaked open.
"Ryan? I just wanted- Oh my God." Emma looked at me and Alex, opening her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She tried again.
"You faggot! You cheated on me!" Emma stomped out the door, and I looked at Alex wide eyed.
"You faggot. Get out of my house."
"I said get out!" I yelled. Alex scampered away like a frightened mouse. I reached next to me and grabbed an expensive vase. I hurled it at his head, just missing. He ran faster, slamming the door behind him. I grabbed the couch pillow and threw it across the room. Then I broke down in tears.

After hours of crying, I ran into the bathroom. My green eyes were red from crying, my cheeks sparkling from the light on the tears. I splashed cold water on my face, finally stopping crying. I wanted to die. I needed to get Emma back.

I ran up to my room, opening my macbook pro and opening facebook. My eyes nearly jumped out of my skull when I saw someone's facebook status.

Olivia Hawthorn: RIP Emma.

I scrolled down the page, making sure I was truly seeing this. Emma was dead. A tear slipped down my cheek. I had thought I was all out of tears. Apparently not. I brought my knees up to my head and began to cry loudly.

The next morning I awoke to sirens outside of my house. I was half off of my chair, I must've fallen asleep crying. I heard a voice.
"Ryan McCormack, come out with your hands up." it said, it sounded as if someone was speaking through a megaphone. I walked downstairs, my hands up.
"Ryan McCormack, you are under arrest."
"For what?"
"You know damn well what. You killed Emma Nichols."
"What? I did not!"
"We'll see what the judge has to say. Turn around." I turned around, the officer handcuffing me and forcing me into the backseat. I went in, the cameras all around me flashing.

I don't want to go into detail about the trial. I was tried as guilty, but I'm innocent.

I stared out the window at the dusty ground. The big yellow school bus drove along, taking me to a detention facility. I moved my hands, making the handcuffs jingle. I had been sitting in silence for at least six hours, no idea where I was anymore. Somewhere in Texas.

The bus came to a stop. I walked to the front of the bus and muttered,
"Thanks." The driver ignored me, and I got off the bus.

Nothing happened for quite sometime. But on July 10th, something changed it all.

My cellmate, Jason Lupas, came up with a master plan.
"I'm breaking out. You coming?"
"Hell yeah."
"Then let's go." I followed Jason. He took out a toothpick and picked the lock. We slipped through the cell block soundlessly. We reached outside, and I felt the warm July air on my face.
"Climb." ordered Jason. I complied. For some reason, there was no barb wire on the fences. We ran into the forest.

I want to keep this story short. So three days later, we emerged, starving, bleeding but very much alive. I actually recognized the place we were, and can describe it for you perfectly. It was a corner, the highway and a Starbucks. The streets were packed, it being 6:00 at night.
I stepped onto the sidewalk. A person shoved me in their rush to get where ever the hell they were going.
"Jason... This is three blocks from where she was killed." I stammered.
"No way." Jason said. I began to walk.
"Ry, where are we going?" I ignored the question. I continued to walk quickly until I reached just where she was killed. I noticed some blood still on the sidewalk. I knelt down next to it and began to sob.

"Fancy seeing you here." I jumped, recognizing the voice immediately. Still, I turned around, making sure it was really them. I saw a tall lean figure, with brown hair and stormy grey eyes.
"You got out?"
"Go away, Alex. You're the reason she died mad at me." I said.
"You're right, Ry. I'm the reason she died. I killed her." I felt as if someone had punched me in the stomach.
"Y-you? Why?"
"So I could have you." Alex began to walk towards me.
"Get away from him, you stupid fag!" yelled Jason. Quick as a flash, Alex had a gun out. He shot Jason in the chest, and Jason fell over.
"You killed Jason!" I gasped.
"Easy does it, Ryan. It's a tranquilizer gun. He's just unconscious." Alex ran towards me.
"Get away from me!" I pushed him, he fell onto the pavement.
"You'll never have me! For two reasons! One, I'm frigging straight, two, you're a jerk and you killed Emma!"
"I see." Alex smiled, baring his perfect teeth. He had had his braces taken off since I was here.
"Then no one can." Alex pulled out a gun, but my adrenaline was quicker. I grabbed his wrist and twisted it. He dropped the gun. I leaped to the ground, grabbing it. He pulled out a knife. He began to head for my throat. I pointed the gun, and pulled the trigger. He moaned in pain, and collapsed. I had hit him right in the throat.

I pushed his dead, bleeding body off of me and the realization struck me.
"Oh my God... I just killed Alex..." I ran to Jason and shook him awake. I started sobbing.
"Jason, now I really am a murderer..."
"It was self defense."
"How do you know?"
"I could hear you. No get it together, the cops will come soon."

So that brings us to the end. I'm innocent. The cops arrived, we went to the station, I got out. But something's missing. I can't get it out of my head. I can't get Emma out of my head.

It's a hole that will stay empty forever.

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