Together we're better.

16 year later

16 years in the future.

Emily's POV

" Come on Emms it's times to wake up sweet heart." I hear my mother say as she snatches the blanket off me.

The cold morning chill runs down my spin as I rush out of bed.

" Mom! It's my birthday can I just skip today? Please." I pout.

"No sweetheart I'm sorry but, I'm needed at the office and so I need you to go to school." She said with a look of empathy. As she brushed her fingers through my white hair.

" So get dressed I want you ready in ten little miss." She said as she exited my room.

She isn't my real mom she adopted me when I was only a few months old. My real mother was a Jane doe found under a bridge dead after giving birth to twins. I don't know my twin. I've never met her but, I some how feel a strong connection a pull to my other half every Halloween.

As tradition I always light a candle for her and wish her a happy birthday. Everything about us was concealed my mother set out to find my sister in hopes of adopting her. But, she never found anything. She doesn't know if she's alive but, somehow I do. I can feel her and I know she can feel me too.

I get up from my bed and light a birthday candle.

" Happy Birthday sis." I say as I close my eyes and wish her happiness and good Fortune as I blow out the candle.

After I dressed and put on light make up and I brushed my white hair. I wasn't a fan of it but, no matter what I did I couldn't cover it. Hair dye just wouldn't stick. It didn't have and pigment for it to stick to. I have light hazel eyes and plump ful lips. Im short with an hour glass figure. I was far from ugly but, I was still a freak.

I have visions and before I realized normal people don't have them I told people other kids about them. They call me freak weirdo. Little witch b***h.

I'd be a liar if I said it didn't bother me. The worst was Dakota black my first boyfriend or fake boyfriend. I had it bad for him. He dated me had me tell him all of my secrets just so he could laugh about it to his friends later.

" b***h I would never go out with you for real." He laughed in my face. While every kid in our grade laughed along.

I felt my heart break that day. He's been my tormentor and I his biggest joke. I hate that I love him. I hate that he doesn't love me. He's made my life hell. He was the first and only boy to kiss me. To make me feel beautiful, the first boy to bring me flowers and the first boy I ever wanted to hurt back.

I'm the quiet girl in the back of the class room. Day dreaming about true love and being great. I know it's sad my mom's my only friend. Ever since Dakota Black made me a laughing stock. No one else has anything to do with me. All my friends turned against me. All too embarrassed to be seen with me. None of the guys pay attention to me. Dakota remains the only boy to ask me out.

Yeah I hate going to school but, I know Mom doesn't have the money to just pack us up and move off. So I never tell her about the hell I go through. I suck it up and deal.

"Emms. Are you ready!?!?" I hear mom yell from down stairs.

"Yeah I'm coming!" I tell back as I grabbed my bag and rushed downstairs.

"Happy Birthday sweetheart" mom said as she handed me and cupcake with a lit candle sticking out of it.

"Thanks mom." I said as I took the cup cake

Our tradition because I have no friends we always celebrate together. Usually after school she takes me out my choice and then we spend the night watching horror films.

We spent the car ride blasting music and singing at the top of our lungs. After all the years of being bullied and pick on I've learned to cope. So I don't dread it anymore. I actually work really hard and am a straight honor's student. My hope one day I'll get in a good school and get me and mom out of this town.

As we pull in the school parking lot I notice Dakota and his minions. Micheal Kessler, Kyle and Tyler parker the twins. Jessica Taylor his new girlfriend. I wonder what he sees in her she's not special she looks like another spray tanned barbie wanna be. For whatever reason she hates me the most.

I lower my head and pray they don't start nothing with my Mom around.

"Bye mom love you later!" I say as I rush out the car trying to go out of the parking lot before I'm spotted.

I rush to class and sit in the back my hoodie pulled over my head. I try to be invisible here but, to know avail. I don't know why they can't just leave me alone or how many times Dakota Black can break my heart.

I will never understand how some people can be so mean and full of hate. I wish I knew what Dakota gets out of making my life hell.

When I was 12 I had a vision of the two of us getting married. I loved him so much. We were so happy. How could it be so wrong? Maybe I saw what I wanted.