Prelude
Brie woke up to a water drop on her cheek. It was chilling. Another drop landed on her cheek. She sat upright in the bed, staring at the ceiling. A noticeably dark spot on the ceiling gave her an odd feeling. This couldn't be possible, for Emily's room was just above hers. It was like this because she loved Emily a lot, and always wanted to make sure she was safe. Brie tried shaking Jeremy awake, but with no success. She decided to investigate the matter herself. Opening the door, she called out to Emily, wondering if she would be the cause of this wet nonsense. But after taking one step her foot contracted like a snake. The floor was wet. She could see the moonlight reflecting off the stream of water flowing carelessly down the steps of the stairs. This was now an emergency, according to Brie. She quickly made it up to the door to Emily's room, careful not to slip on the water. It was obvious that there was some source of water coming straight from the room, as it was leaking heavily under the door.
Brie's eyes were wide open in fear of what could possibly be behind the door. She gripped the doorknob with a shaky hand, slowly saying Emily's name, trying to reach to her child. As she turned the knob and pushed against the water, a wave of one foot came rushing out of the room. Brie stood her ground though, also holding onto the door frame. Pencils, paper, and some clothing washed out of the room and into the hallway. Oh my god! she thought. Emily was not in sight, rather a soaked floor replaced her presence in this moment. Brie cried out for Jeremy, and began dialing Emily's phone. The ringtone was heard on her desk where her homework was partially completed. Jeremy hastily made his way to Brie, cautious of the water.
"Brie, what in God's name happened here? And where's Emily?" he asked with a stern fatherly concern.
"I don't know, but we have to call the police! Something terrible could have happened to her!" Brie replied in a shaky voice, in a shaky body.
That night was a mark on Emily's journey.

