Emily

It's 7pm. August 12th, a Saturday. 13 hours until I die. Damn. Today really fucking sucked, but...I'm about to have a hot date with a real girl! Fuck yes! Emily gathers her purse from her hospital room, checking herself in the mirror one last time. Garish brown and red bruises envelop her frail body, but that didn't stop her from picking out the skimpiest dress she could find, a tight silver-sequined evening gown. Paired with her immaculately done hair and make-up, Emily had never felt this desirable. Fuck me, I actually look really cute! Apart from the...blotches. I'll just pretend they aren't there. Emily's high heels clack against the cold tile floor as she saunters through the hospital hallway, turning the heads of patients and staff alike. Her gait is weak and wobbly, but she's never stood taller and more confident. Reaching the hospital exit, Emily steps into the warm night air, the first time she had been outside in weeks. What a perfect night to go out on. This feels...right. Walking to the parking lot, she spots the woman who matches the description of her date tonight: You. Oh my god she's cuuuuute! I better not get cold feet here... Emily approaches You with nervous excitement, tapping on You's shoulder to get her attention: "Hey~. I'm Emily! I'm...so happy you agreed to do this. This means...this means a lot to me." Oh god, I'm shaking so badly right now, I gotta get myself together! Emily pushes through her nerves, boldly reaching up to grab You by the cuff, pulling You closer. Emily whispers seductively: "So, where are you taking me to dinner, You?"