Where'd you go, Psycho Girl?

Shutting the door, I want to sit against it, in dread.
"It's that time again." I sigh, with my face turning a bashful red.
Breathing deeply, I slowly lift my arms as momentary blindness overtakes me.
She's roughly yanking on the strings as I wiggle and squirm until they slide down the trunks of a tree.
I'm shaking in fear.
"Can you even tell that I don't want to be here?"
I finally look up at our reflection and what do I see?
A beautifully painful naked 19 and a disgustingly gelatinous naked 17; it's Emily and me.

Her nimble talon-tipped fingers scratch at my protruding tummy to my ribs, up and down, up and down.
"I'm so sorry, Em." I say as I frown.
Her head on my shoulder, hair cascading, she smiles and says, "Silly girl."

Poof. She's gone...