She's probably about 5'3 staring into Charles's eyes with no fear. He glares, she glares right back. Finally, he gave up. "Okay, please continue" he sighs, sitting down crossing one leg over the other "I'll just go straight to the point" she also takes her sit, observing his arrogant sitting position before rolling her eyes "We have reason to believe your wife is in need of medical attention, the type WE can't provide" "I don't understand" he says sitting up straight "what do you mean?" "I believe Mrs. Emily might be showing signs of schizophrenia" she places both elbows on the table to show the seriousness of the issue "but I think you should consult a psychologist to be absolutely sure" He just rolls his eyes, he didn't come here to hear something he already knew. " This may have been caused by drug abuse, stress, neglect, depression or it may just be genetics" she rests back on her chair "but we both know that's not the case" she eyes Charles "What are you implying" he raise

Charles was shocked, he still can't believe Emily, HIS Emily, would refuse something he offered her. He's frozen on his seat. He doesn't move a muscle as his food gets colder and colder. He flung the dish to the floor, staining the wall with cold sauce. "Fine, fucking die for all I care" He yells at the top of his voice "you hear me Emily, DIE!!!" He storms out the the house, shutting the door behind him. She slowly unlocks her room door, opening the door just wide enough for her head to fit through, looking from side to side, making sure it was safe to come out. "He's gone" she sighs in relief. She walks to the basement, where she spends most of her time. She used to dance, and twirl, and try to recall a past that has long been forgotten. As she stood in front of her old dusty trophy case, she sighs. Touching the glass, making her palm dirty. She slowly walks to the back of the large cabinet and pushes it. As she pushes, she remembers the promise she made to her husband- 'to

For the past few weeks Emily's been doing whatever she wants. She drinks his expensive vintage wine from the shelf she's not allowed to touch, he smokes the cigarettes she finds in his back pocket and roamed the he house with greasy hair and chipped nail polish. She feels free, like this was the first time she's ever been able to breathe. But what she enjoys more is how crazy its driving Charles, like he's never thought of her as a person with emotions, but as a puppet he could control. He's lost all control and his slowing losing his sanity, and she took great pleasure in his down fall. "Emily" his yells her name for the millionth time. "Ughh again?" Millie groans "what does he want this time" "Just wait, we'll find out" Emily replies out loud. She understands why he's mad, he came home to his mentally ill wife lying on the floor drunk with half a cigarette in between her fingers. But what she doesn't understand is why he's still yelling, he knows she won't listen, why waste the

The car stops and Eric opens the door for her. She comes done, placing one foot in front of the other. "Where are we" she observes the area"You said you wanted to buy something, so we're at the mall" he answers confused by the question. "Oh" she says moving her hair out of her face. She looks around exploring the area, from the clothing shop to the shoe shop, from sephora to forever 21. This place is amazing, you can find anything here. "Excuse me ma'm" a young girl in an apron calls out her name. "Would you be interested in a sample""A sample of what" she tilts her head a little"We have a new product that we're trying to promote..." she explains "We don't have time for this" millie says " remember why we came here " "Sorry I have to go" she walks away. Eyes follow her as she walks around the store. People wondering who she was, and why she was so elegantly dressed. But it wasn't just the dress, Emily is a beauty. Soft, pale skin that hasn't touched sun light in almost 10 y

He arrives home, last as always. "Emily" he calls out, no answer. she must be asleep, he assumes taking of his jacket, then making his way to her room.He opens the door and is greeted with the smell of vanilla. The room is dark, a scented candle providing a deem light. He walks up to her unconscious body, moving her hair out of her face with his finger. She looks so peaceful. He thinks to himself. He lifts his gaze and looks around the room, it looks the same as it has always looked for the past 20 years, but something felt different, she's hiding something from him, he could feel it."What are you hiding" He whispers staring at her resting face. He turns his neck, to enjoy staring at her from a different angle. His smile turns to a frown, and he stands up and walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him with no regard to weather he might wake her.He walks to his room, stomping one foot after the other. It's a mess, ever since Emily refused to do anything around the hou