Emily has a nosebleed and the red droplets on her notebook look like strange art. If you say anything she'll call you a "fucking peasant" so it's best to let her bleed to death. She's the type to smile as she kills you. She'll spit toxic blood on your hair if you vex her. She's heavily doped with her pristine religion and wildness. She is very clever and she does whatever she wants and whenever she wants to do it. She's always angry and mad at the world and she's mad at me. If I could speak above a whisper I'd tell her that I'd wipe her nose for her but I also know that this would make her even angrier at me. It's funny that she has so much hatred and rage for the entire world yet she's never even hit me. As children Emily once looked at me and said "there are two of me". She's remarkable in how she sees things and things that no one else can see.