Catastrophic Meltdown

Emma groaned, flopping down onto the bed after an exhausting day of writing. She was tired, to say the least. She looked over to her cat who was napping beside her. Emma still had a lot of work to be done, though it grew late into the night. She closed her eyes thinking just for a second I'll rest. How wrong of a decision that was.

Disclaimer: I don't own Matt Nicholls or anyone else for that matter. Bla bla. Don't sue me. Don't steel my plot or original characters. Deal? Deal. Oh, and chapter title credits go to Escape The Fate. I don't own them either, sadly. Well, maybe Robert Ortiz....