Dw pick me

I'm.... just gonna go make something in the kitchen to eat.

Emma: DON'T LEAVE! WE'RE NOT DONE TALKING!

*goes to the kitchen and grabs stuff to make a pie*

*she cries in a old room, hoping she would go missing*

*Everyone's shouts grow louder and louder, but you can't make out what they're saying anymore. You just want to disappear, to be forgotten*

*a tall man with black hair, staples under his eyes and around where his mouth is, and a black jacket, black boots, black pants, and a white shirt appears, smirking*