My Friend's Murderer

"Please don't kill me!"

I wake up suddenly, my chest heaving.
That dream again. It keeps haunting my restless nights. I still can feel the dread in me like I was actually there in that scene. I shivered, and look at my friend who was standing by the window. I sighed a breath of relief. She was there alright, it's only a dream, or should I say...nightmare..
Emily chose that moment to turn around and saw me looking at her. "Jane, you are awake," her voice sound so serene and calm. I thought of my dream and couldn't imagine the worst fate that might befall her. She was so nice and vulnerable, just thinking that someone might want to hurt her fills me with such desire to protect her.
"Yeah, Jane, what's the date today?" I smiled at her fondly. She had been so helpful and caring since the day I woke up in this hospital.
I've met an accident a few days ago, hitting my head on the stone...or so I'm told. I can't really remember the previous moments before I was brought here or how the unfortunate accident happened. I just woke up and found myself lying in this hospital bed with bandages around my head. And my good old friend sitting beside my bed, watching over me.
At first, Emily didn't believe my temporary amnesia. I still can remember the wary and gauging look she gave me that day. Thankfully, the doctor proved it for me. Although - a little bit sympathetically, coz he looked at me detachedly and had shaked his head before finally leaving me in that room.
I don't know why, but I got this feeling that everyone in this place hated me, or was it just caused by my paranoia again. Only my dear friend Emily stayed and watches over me with the patience and kindness of a friend. And I feel sorry for her, because of me - she was being ignored too. Almost all the nurses that came and went in my room never even bothered to talk to her. Poor Emily, was she also despised because of me? Though for the love of god, I didn't know any wrong I've done to deserved this treatment.
Emily smiled at my innocent question. "It's the 6th of June."
"It's your monthsary!...right?" my enthusiasm faltered as I watched her beautiful face grow mournful.
"There will never be a monthsary for us anymore," she said in a quiet, mournful voice.
She and James had been lovers for almost 3 months now. Oh, yeah I could clearly remember that. That's one of the memories that was never erased from my mind...because that fateful day was the worst day of my life..then. I was also infatuated to James during that time. But, unfortunately, he's inlove with Emily, so you know what happens next...they became lovers. And I became the broken-hearted.

James suddenly appeared on the doorway. He paused for a moment after hesitating for some seconds; thinking if he should get in or not, and totally ignoring Emily - too? This strucks me odd again. I look at Emily, and she all but cast him a pained look mixed with longing. My heart goes out to her. Why was everybody dismissing her like she's just a piece of rug?

Me and James, were always on friendly terms despite the fact that I've been hurting deep inside. So now, the expression on his face bothered me, but I just shrug it off. Maybe he had his reasons...and I should not care anymore.
"How are you doing Jane?" he asked in a cold voice that is in contrast to his question.
"I'm fine." That was all I can say for he didn't open up any discussion anyway.
"I'm glad you are." He said rather grimly, as if the answer satisfied him as he look at me with a stern gaze. This puts me on the edge even more.
I open my mouth to ask him, but he immediately walks towards the door. Just then I remember Emily...did he also hate Emily? Why? In fact, he was so aloof that he never even smiled or looked at Emily.
"James!" I called out to him. "Emily-"
"Of course! I'll never forget about her!" he said, his temper flaring up suddenly. "And you damn well shouldn't be!" And he stormed out of the room.
I stared at the door which he currently exited and look at Emily, clearly baffled and confused. But Emily just look at me with a hurt expression on her beautiful face...I can understand why. Her boyfriend
had completely ignored her presence like she doesn't exist anymore. So, I never brought up the matter again though I have so many questions that needed answers. Maybe someday, if I completely get my memories back, all things will be cleared.

"James."
I thought I saw him thru my hazy vision. But when I woke up, I realized it was just a dream..again? But still a sensation of seeing it actually happened keeps on nagging me. It seems my dreams had been real...like it happened before.
Emily had been looking out at the window again. She had been doing that more often. I know it's unfair for her to suffer more, but I have to tell her about my
nightmares. She should be warned.
"Emily, you are in grave danger. I dreamed that someone wants to kill you!"
But she just smiles at me sadly with regret in her eyes. "Jane...you're already too late."
I stared at her, completely baffled. "What do you mean?"
Emily just looked at the window, as if trying to look for someone outside. When she look at me again, her expression becomes grave and somber. "They are coming now...for you."
"What are you talking about?!"
"Soon, everything will be settled at last."
I was going to ask her what the hell is going on, when suddenly...
The door burst open and two uniformed cops entered into my room, looking at me with grim eyes through their caps.
One of them said:
"Miss Jane Cruz, we are putting you under arrest for murdering Emily Davies!"
"What?! But Emily is--" I turn to look at Emily, but she was gone. "Emily?"
Just then, memories - like a traitor, comes flooding back.
"Please don't kill me!" Emily begged at me.
But I , blinded with jealousy and pain couldn't see that it was my own bestfriend who was standing before me, pleading for mercy. I wasn't thinking straight when ever so slowly, I pulled the trigger in my hands, which was aimed directly at my friend's heart.
It was already too late for me...and for Emily...when I already came to my senses, she was already dead. The bullet went straight to her heart. I'm always a sharp-shooter, I never missed my target even though my mind was in a cloudy haze.
Just then, a man's agitated scream pierced the silence of the day. "No!!!!" Emily!!"
Before I could have a chance to see where the voice is coming from, a hard, solid object strucks my head from behind. And I crumpled to the ground. Before I totally lost my consciousness, I think I saw James face hovering above me, before I finally passed out.
Tears of remorse, regret and sorrow stream down my face. "I'm sorry Emily." I cried.