Dreams

The search, Part 2

Chandlers POV

As I was walking through the airport, I noticed a young man that seemed panicked. I decided to follow him, hoping to get a job out of this. As I was following him, I used the advanced software on my phone to track his, and get his phone number. I continued to follow him around, soon learning that his friend had gone missing.

After he left the airport, I went home as well. I waited a little over an hour before calling him, explaining what I do. He seemed pretty desperate to get his friend back. He sent me the plane ticket, and I received it within a matter of hours.

After receiving the ticket, I packed a bag for my flight tomorrow. From following Michael around, I remembered that the girl I was looking for was named Claire Bottonfield. The last thing she had been wearing was a grey hoodie, and purple skinny jeans. I committed her name to memory, and finally went to sleep.

*the next morning*

I was up early, in order to make it to the airport on time. I arrived, and was able to board the plane almost instantly. I sat silently as the other passengers came and took their seats. I already knew this flight was going to take about a day and a half, close to two days, but it didn’t bother me. I sat back and enjoyed the ride, once the plane took off.

*two days later*

Stepping off the plane, I made my way to the gate next to the one I just came out of. This was where Claire would be coming out, in about an hour. I took a seat in one of the chairs close to the gate’s door.

The hour seemed to go by somewhat quickly, and before long, people were filing out into the terminal. I waited, and finally, Claire stepped out.

She was the last person to arrive, and by the time she showed up, everybody else was gone. I stood up and walked over to her. Hopefully I could pull this off…

“Claire? Claire Bottonfield?” I asked, trying to sound official. Her head snapped up towards mine, and after a moment of hesitation, she nodded her head slowly. “You’ll need to come with me,” I started walking away from her, but she didn’t follow me. “Aren’t you coming?”

“I’m waiting for someone…” she said, her voice wavering.

“I was sent to pick you up, how do you think I knew your name?”

“You could be some crazy stalker for all I know!” she practically yelled, but there was nobody around us.

“Claire, you need to come with me,” I was getting slightly irritated at her, why couldn’t she be naive and come with me?

“No, I’m not going with you,” She said, starting to walk away from me.

I reached out and grabbed her arm. She whimpered in pain and tried pulling away from me. Curious as to what caused her the pain, I gripped her arm tighter and started rolling her sleeve up. Her eyes widened and she tried even harder to get her arm away from me, thrashing around so much I could barley keep ahold of her.

Eventually, her sleeve was rolled up to her elbow, and what I saw on her arms disgusted me. There were so many cuts covering her forearm, and a majority of them had started to bleed again.

“Let. Go.” She yanked her arm out of my grip, turned, and ran away from me. Wonderful, I have to chase her down…again. She was already a great deal ahead of me, and I saw her heading for the women’s restrooms. By the time I reached them, she had already gone inside.

Looking around, I noticed that there was literally nobody over here, except for me. Taking a chance, I walked into the restroom. Thankfully, it was empty. But I knew Claire was in here somewhere.

“Claire…I know you’re in here…” I spoke, walking towards the stalls. They were all open, except for the one on the end. I smirked to myself and stopped in front of it. “Open the door,” if she didn’t open the door, I was going to kick it in. I waited a few minutes, but the door didn’t open. Getting tired of waiting, I kicked it open, only to find it empty.

“Did you have fun?” her voice rang from behind me. I whirled around just as she rushed out of the door, back into the airport. This girl, was seriously getting on my nerves.

I began chasing after her, and surprisingly, she hadn’t gotten far. She was just a little ahead of me and she seemed to slow down. She stopped completely, and turned around, just as I reached her. I tackled her to the ground, thankful we were still in an empty part of the airport.

Both of her arms came up, and she started hitting my chest, but each hit became softer. I managed to grab her arms and pin them down. I could feel some of the blood from her wrist soaking through the material of her hoodie. I needed to stop the bleeding; I couldn’t just let her die.

I stood up and quickly grabbed Claire off the floor. She wobbled a bit, I could tell she was getting dizzy. I pinned her arms behind her back, and basically dragged her to another gate. I had gotten two tickets before boarding the first plane to pick her up. These tickets would bring us back to Valencia, California, her home town.

We reached the waiting area and I sat her down. I sat next to her, gripping her upper arm, in case she tried to run away from me again. As we were waiting to board the final flight, she passed out. I sighed, now I had to carry her.

About half an hour later, the attendant person announced that we could start boarding. I picked Claire up, and handed the lady the two tickets. I told her Claire was my sister, and that she had just fallen asleep. She believed me. After entering the small aircraft, I set Claire in a seat by the window, and fastened her in. I sat next to her, also buckling my seatbelt. This flight was advanced, and was only supposed to take about three hours. I texted Michael, telling him when to meet us in the airport.

(A/N): Please dont hate me for this, its just a character. :c