Emily spotted her easily, walking up to her. She's so cute when she's asleep, her mind whispered, making her blush. She pulled out a knife, just one stab, that's all it took. She couldn't, her hands where trembling, badly.

Aria groaned a little in her sleep, she felt like she was being watched.

Emily couldn't help but smile, running a hand through Aria's hair. Her other hand still held the knife, but she slowly lowered it.
"I'm a failure, ain't I," She asked no one as the knife clattered lightly against the floor, she had dropped it.

Aria felt her hair being touched and smiled, it reminded her of how her mother would also do the same.

"Why can't I do it," She muttered to herself taking off the mask and letting it fall to the floor.
She stared at Aria for a moment, blushing a tiny bit. She continued running her hand through Aria's hair, something she usually did to herself when she was stressed.

She groaned quietly, opening her eyes a little, they shined an icey blue with fear.
She backed away from Emily quickly, not knowing who it was.

She yelped in surprise, pulling and backing away herself.
"It-t's not wh-hat it looks-s like," She stuttered, face going red in embarrassment, knowing this probably was scary to her, "I c-can expl-lain."

Aria recognized the voice and began to be more confused than scared now.
"Emily? Is that you?" She asked, just to make sure.

"Yes?" She stuttered touching her own face, as if questioning if she was dreaming, her mask was on the floor, "I'm-m so-orry."

"Sorry? Emily what is going on?" She asked, a little concerned.