escape --Blaize/Gabriella--

[weaslebee2]

Emily had purchased the gun at a muggle shop, briefly Confunding the owner with a spell to sell it to her in spite of her age. She knew that she wouldn't be able to kill herself with magic, a spell required too much thought, but a gun, all you had to do was pull the trigger. No thought process, she walked with the firearm concealed in her cloak pocket. She could not help but shiver, as if setting the background for her attempt at ending her pitiful life, the weather was unusually cold for a July evening. Or perhaps it was because her weight had dropped so low that she was always freezing.

She had written a note, yes. It was in her hand, folded neatly. She had spent the better portion of the day drafting it, as she had had the day off work. She unfolded it to read it one last time, the reality of what she was about to do beginning to sink in. Emily slipped through as far ajar as she could open the graveyard gates while they were chained closed, managing not to mar her note. She meandered among the graves until she came to the oldest section of the cemetery, the death dates going as far back at 1823. She sank to her knees in front of the oldest one in the last row, trembling.

It would be quick, probably painless. She wasn't sure how quickly a bullet through the brain would kill her, but Emily knew that death was certain. Her stomach was tying itself in knots, her palms were sweaty. She read her note one last time, just to be sure that she didn't want to make any last changes. No, she was satisfied with the contents.

To whom it may concern,

I have decided to end my own life, I cannot take the pain anymore. I'm not sure what death is, but I'm certain that anything waiting me is better than here. I know this choice that I have taken is going to hurt anyone close to me but I beg of them to understand my choice to opt out, they have seen my pain. They know how much I could not stand my situation. As for my body, I don't care what is done with it. Bury it, burn it, hell, make a taxidermy project out of it if you care to. Just remember that what's left is only a shell, my spirit will finally be free. Whomever finds this, I only request that you bring this note to my family. Mum, Dad, Blaize, Gabby, I loved you all more than anything, I apologize once again.

-Emily Elizabeth Weasley

She laid the note atop the headstone, placing some small stones atop the folded piece of parchment so it wouldn't blow away. Emily felt almost sick to her stomach, but she told herself that this was what she wanted. Just to spend an infinite amount of time in nothingness, never having to think or worry, just be... done. Emily drew the gun from her cloak pocket, as well as the ammo. She loaded the handgun, she had spent a few hours with the instruction manual, so she was confident in her handling of it.

Emily cocked it, turned off the safety switch, and her hand trembling put it to the side of her head. By this point the tears were streaming down her face, and she was sobbing without reservation. It turned out that using the gun was no more easier than her wand. Why did this have to be so damn hard? Emily only wanted to escape...

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[doodle]

Blaize was concerned when he let himself into the house after work to discover that Emily was not home. She normally sulked around the house all day, unless she had to work. But he knew her schedule, she had had today off. He turned around and left, unsure of where in the world she could have gone to. As he passed the rear of the gated cemetery, he saw her through the bars and his heart dropped into his stomach, she had a gun to her head. "Em, don't you dare!" Blaize shouted, and then began to scale the fence.

[weaslebee2]

"G-Go away!" Emily shouted at her brother, this was the last thing she needed, she was already having enough difficulty. She knew that it would only hurt Blaize more if he witnessed her in the act, but she was willing to do it in front of him. Nothing was going to get in her way this time, not even her own brother whom she loved so dearly. Emily put gentle pressure on the trigger, not sure how far she would have to push it to send the bullet into her head.

[doodle]

Blaize found it difficult to climb the vertical bars, and then faced sharp decorative points at the top. Not caring about getting hurt, he hurled himself over the fence, and knew almost instantly it was a mistake. He tried to land on his feet, but wound up falling over, making a gross crunching noise. He ignored the excruciating pain in his ankle and knee, and practically sprinted to Emily. He leaned against the headstone, right leg useless. "Put, the gun, down," Blaize gasped, ignoring his pain.

[weaslebee2]

"Damn it, Blaize!" Emily screamed. "I told you to leave me alone!" Now she was going to leave him in obvious pain due to his own sacrifice of trying to save her. She did not move the gun from the position it held at her right temple, but her arm began to tremble even more violently. Emily wished that she could have pulled the trigger just a minute earlier, then Blaize never would have found her until she was long gone. She put a little more pressure on the trigger, closing her eyes tightly.

[doodle]

Without giving it second thought, Blaize threw himself onto the ground beside his sister, wrapping his bleeding hands around her, placing his head directly on hers. "I won't let you," said Blaize. "You kill yourself, you kill me too." There was no possible way for her to fire without the bullet going through his brain as well as hers. He too found himself crying, Blaize usually didn't allow himself to be vulnerable like this, but the combination of the physical and emotional pain, there was no holding back.

[weaslebee2]

Emily sobbed even harder, although she usually cried silently. Why was Blaize doing this? Why did he have to care so much about her? "Goddammit Blaize!" Emily said between sobs. "Just let me go!" She was stuck, there was no way in hell that she was going to kill her brother, too. He didn't deserve to die, no matter how much she wanted to end her own life, she would not ruin his. Emily dug her teeth into her lip, trembling.

[doodle]

"Only if you give me the gun," said Blaize, not budging. He had known that Emily was depressed, but he had not known that she was willing to take her own life, it was a lot for him to handle. All that he knew was that he was not going to let Emily kill herself. Blaize loved his sister too much to lose her to suicide. He now knew that it was beyond his hands, he needed to get his sister the help she needed, from a professional.

[weaslebee2]

Fed up, Emily threw the gun to the ground, watching it skid a little ways across the dirt. She finally allowed herself to collapse into her brother's arms, just let everything go. The tears did not need to be forced forward, not even gentle encouragement was needed. Only the fact that Blaize was willing to put his life in jeopardy so she would be unable to commit suicide... Emily had never felt so loved before. She sobbed violently into her brother's shirt, needing comfort, now more than ever.

[doodle]

Blaize just sat there, holding his sister for the longest time. Now how on earth would he explain this to their parents? No doubt Hermione would be heartbroken, but it was how Ron was going to react was the part that Blaize was most uncertain about. With a quick spell, he healed his leg the best that he could, it would have to do until they could get home. "C'mon, let's get you home," Blaize whispered.

[weaslebee2]

Emily nodded once, then shakily stood, knowing that she was going to have to be a crutch for her brother on the way home. She was not looking forward to that, given his height and normal weight, he was nearly twice her mass, and she was so frail. She only then noticed the blood on her shirt from the wounds on Blaize's hands. Emily bit her lip, then slid under her brother's arm to support him.

[igloogirl]

Gabriella could smell blood. Spilt blood; Blaize's blood dripping onto the grass. She froze just outside the cemetery, pin-pointed his location, and sprinted for her siblings. "What the hell is going on?" Gabriella exclaimed, seeing Emily and Blaize holding each other, a gun tossed to one side, blood all over Emily's shirt.

Her eyes found a note atop an old headstone and she read it quickly. She felt as though all her breath had been knocked out of her. Emily wanted to kill herself? She stood there for a moment, too shocked to speak. Gabriella had known that things were bad for her sister, but she couldn't have imagined that Emily would resort to suicide in an attempt to fix her problems. For once, Gabriella was at a loss for what to do.

[doodle]

"Well," Blaize began, figuring that Emily would rather spare her words, but found himself unable to fill in the blank. At least Gabriella was here now, his older sister always seemed to know what to do, but not this time, judging by the expression on her face. Blaize bit his lip lightly, wishing that he could stand up straight, but knowing that with the condition his leg was in that would be a nearly impossible task.

[weaslebee2]

Emily looked away from Gabriella, she was ashamed, more so about being caught than what she had been about to do. Why was it that whenever she tried to deal with her pain the only way she knew how someone got in the way? All Emily wanted was to not have anymore pain, she didn't think that it was too much to ask for. She had forgotten what happiness felt like, and had decided that life just was not worth it.

[igloogirl]

"How bout we get home first, then discuss this," Gabriella suggested. She moved herself next to Blaize, putting her shoulder under his to prop him up. It still surprised Gabriella a bit how easily she could support another person's weight; she supposed she would never truly be used to it. With her wand, she Vanished Emily's gun. Gabriella sighed; this was all too confusing.