Memories of the Past

Ema felt sharp knives stab into her heart - a substitute for guilt it seemed. It hurt her head, it hurt everything inside of her. Ema could only stare blankly at how happy she used to be; so full of life, overflowing with hopes and dreams for the future. She missed how she used to be. How she used to actually have the remnants of living, breathing person in her eyes. A sudden thought infiltrated her mind:

Maybe it didn't have to end this way.

Too many contradictions of what she had said in the past yelled at her. Their poisonous words trying to defile the one pure thought that was just within reach, the thought that could save her and her brothers. The thought that would give her the happy family that she had been promised. Remembering that she still had the dagger, she tucked it into her back pocket.

"Listen: Before you go anywhere, get youself diagnosed for anything." Her Past Self looked confused, "I know it sounds strange but I wouldn't be here if nothing went wrong with the path you're on now."

She knew why she had turned toxic. It wasn't her fault, it wasn't her father's fault. It was her Doctor. The one who had prescribed her all of the medication the didn't work. She had turned toxic off of the side-effects listed, because of him. For the first time, she felt human again - felt real again. She wanted to save herself the pain of going through this again. She'd disappear yes, and it may create a paradox but her Past Self would be saved.

For the first time: She had opened her eyes.

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This seems like a sweet note to end the sequel on. I know it's only short but I didn't want it to be more than 10 chapters to be honest. I actually kind of wrote myself into a hole when I implemented the time travel but I think it worked out in the end. This has a happy(?) ending, if you don't count the fact that the Original Ema is going to disappear forever.

Anyway: Thanks for reading!