Royally Emma by Lucia Roberts (i wanna iguana read aloud TXT) 📕

 “Except it's easy to win pillow fights with an unconscious person!” I smirked and laughed myself because I could totally see him doing something like that to me when I'm  Asleep. I looked at my mother again and she was nodding though her laughter.

 “I'll have to try that sometime!” she laughed. She got up and stooped to hug me. “Alright BedBug, I'll come get you tomorrow afternoon okay?” I nodded and she shook hands with the doctor. After one last look before shutting the door she left.

The sound of the door shutting echoed through my head. I did not like the implications it brought life to inside my head. I kind of felt locked up and my eyes lingered on the door as I debated going to open it, just to make sure it still would open. I glanced at Constance whose eyes were down at the notebook again and then back to the door. I felt nervous and my heel started beating the floor in rapid taps for a moment until I noticed it and planted my feet to the ground and my eyes to the opposing ceiling corner.

 “Have you told her anything?” He asked softly. I shook my head.

 “I only said that I did something out of the ordinary and that may have been what caused the time lapse but we have no idea for sure. I had to say something.” I bit my lip just thinking about it. “She gave me the death glare.” I fumbled with my intertwined fingers as I shoved them between my thighs so as not to mess with my lips anymore than I could help. Constance got up and wheeled his chair over next to me. I was still kind of distant looking into the past through the help of blatant staring into the ceiling corner until I felt a soft brush over my lips. I instantly turned and my canines released the tender spot I always manage to bite down on. I felt the bewildered colour spread across my cheeks.
 
 “Now that I have your attention” he chuckled softly; and his voice trailed off as I walked across the room to a chair next to the bed.

 “That's not funny Constance.” Honestly, it hurt. Did I make a mistake in telling him how I felt, albeit accidentally, and not completely but still? Is he going to use that against me now? Really? I folded my arms across my chest and looked at the person paused on the wall in front of me. “Who is this?” I asked; not even bothering to give any more to the question as he knew I was trying to change the topic and would follow my thoughts to the wall. I heard the roller chair move towards me. I tried to look past him as he pulled right up in front of me to where our knees touched like when we thumb wrestled sometimes. I couldn't help it. The touch brought my eyes to his. I blinked a few times to be sure the pricks of tears got pushed away. He just looked at me, searching my face, or studying it, I can't tell which. I looked back into the blue and brown eyes I've come to know so well and couldn't find regret or harm there so  I decided not to give him too much heat for the gesture. I mean, he's done it before, like maybe twice. But he didn't have to pull something like that so soon after I've told him things like it was a joke or something. That really hurt more than I was ready for.

 “I'm sorry.” he said finally. “I didn't expect it to hurt you.” I knew he was being honest with me. “And I didn't mean it as a joke; if that's what you're thinking. I wouldn't hurt you purposely Demeter.” Did he really have to use my name in that tone of voice? It was too, I don't know, nice. I looked away now; down at my folded arms.

 “Do you really not think of me like that at all?” I didn't even really mean to say it. But I wanted to know. I had to know. I felt the heat slip onto my face but I looked at him anyways. He had to know I was serious and that I wasn't playing games.

 “Demeter, I've been around you for years. I've watched you grow older and I've seen you through many things. We've helped each other with many things. But, at the end of the day you are my patient and I won't compromise that. I will keep my distance as I have obviously been getting to lenient with you. My apologies.” He pushed back a foot or so from me as he said this.

 Now I was hurting and it was starting to upset me. “That's just it! Patient or not, there either is or isn't something there. And I just need to know if you are my friend or something more because of how close we are, and how much time we've spent together, here in this very room even! I bet I know you better than anyone of those girls you've told me about. And believe it or not, in my short ridiculous life, so far, I've found that there are things that are worth the loss of other things.”

The look on his face told a lot of things: sadness, anger, remorse, confusion. Which one was more prevalent, and how long I could wait to find out, were two things I didn't know. But, now, I almost didn't want to know. What if it wasn't the answer I'd wanted to hear? But then again, it, kind of had to be the answer I want because I don't see how he doesn't care for me. So he tells me he doesn't and either he's lying or he doesn't and, good or bad, I'm sure it wont be hard to tell. I looked and was still looking when -

Meeting Emma

As I came to, I blindly fumbled for the jacket I knew was left there. I've become accustomed to the strange weather here and have gladly decided to derail all my suspicions of why the jacket is left for me every day and just accept it as a necessary thing. My fingers raked the tweed bound thing and pulled it to my chest; holding it there. I quickly found myself bored and wondering what I should do, now that I have had the maddening sense to actually leave my rock instead of just sleeping off my whole time here like a bad dream. The abnormality of the thought still hits me though. Before, this decision wouldn't even have been a decision. There was no decision to be made. But, again, there's this small sense of.. boredom? Excitement? Maybe im just bored of being bored. One can only ignore the facts for so long.

Fact one: Im stuck here for 12 hours every day.
Fact two: I'm bored out of my mind.
Fact three: for whatever reason, name, hasn't been around. (Though it might be better that way?)

He has such a weird way about him. One day he's here showing me around and the next, he just leaves things for me; nowhere to be found. Oh well, more adventures for me! Not like I need him anyway. Ya know what? I'll go see my fishy. I'm sure the ugly little thing is just as bored as me. We'll be bored together; it'll be great!
I jumped off my rock and hung the jacket over my shoulders like a fashionable cloak and started off walking in a meandering way, taking in all the scenery and my wardrobe (which, by the way, rocks here). Today I was endorsed with black slipon shoes, and dark faded skinny jeans paired with a tank top that fit on the stop and then became a flowy loose set of waves at the bottom in the prettiest dark blue you've ever seen.
As I trudged along, I picked up a walking stick and ripped the stray branches from it to make it smoother. Once I was happy with the little knobby stick I started making shapes in the pine encrusted forest floor in all sorts of random patterns. Making my path of shapes amused me all the way up to the edge where the clearing started and the forest 'ended'. I make a note to erase them on my way back; should anyone find them and ruin the secret of my place here.
I am just about to finish my final shape at the edge of the clearing when I hear something abnormal for this place. It sounded, like someone was throwing rocks into the pool at the end of the waterfall river or jumping in or something. I hold my stick to my chest and pull the jacket so the neckline is resting just above my forehead to cover the red of my hair and the blue of my top.
Peering around the edge of a bush I saw a hooded figure by the edge of the pond; the side of the human facing my direction. The person was wearing a body length blue cloak. The same exact colour as my shirt! This really sucks. I thought he said no-one comes here? This was our place, er, my place and now it's apparently ruined. I try to forestall my disappointment. I peek back out from the hole inbetween the bush and the tree only to see a floating ball in mid air above the pond. It looks fragile, and not completely, whole? Suddenly, it drops to the water with a loud splash. Ohkay... that's the splashing sound alright, but it's source, I must say rather creeps me out. Yet, it intruiges me at the same time. I tried to lean closer through the break in the treeline that served as my hiding place to see how this water ball was being formed and levitated as the next one emerged from the water's surface. I couldn't see anything so I looked to the person. I swear I heard a female voice say "bubbles". I must be losing it. All I saw were outstreched hands (obvioiusly female) seeming to hold something invisible. Is she... controlling it?
I decided to try to get closer and see if what my eyes were showing true was actually the truth. I stepped around the tree, stick in my hand, and jacket on my shoulders. Eyes on the water ball, I started creeping towards the hooded woman but no sooner than five steps later I stepped on a twig which made a sound seeming to echo through the whole clearing. The ball instantly dropped and the figure snapped around to face me. Dropping all caution, I ran over to make sure Bubbles was ok; he was swimming around in circles as if in joy with his ugly little face smiling. Once assured, I turned to face my new opponent and wonder how I didn't