Unaware

C L A I R E

{Larry}

"Lau."

"Hm?"

"Are you gonna open it?"

"I opened a box last time it's your turn!"

"The only reason you opened it was because I was inside- what if there somebody else in there?!?"

"Then we open it together." We approach the box together and tear the top of the long rectangular shape. We exhale sharply as we continue to rip at the wrapping and reveal a pink haired woman tied and unconscious in a clear glass box filled with water.

"Oh my god, is she-"

"No, she's alive but I gotta get her out!" Lau interrupted, looking for something...... Laurent and I desperately try to find a way to free the unknown woman of her deadly future when I found something the would assist her. Laurent tried prying the hinges loose but it was no use it was bolted shut he would have to break the glass to free her.

"Lau, here!" I tossed Laurent his old skateboard and he quickly slammed against the glass. With one blow it shattered to pieces, water bursting through the giant hole. The woman lays on the ground until she frantically jolts awake, blindly reaching for something to hold to. As she caught her breathe and she clung onto Laurent's shirt almost tearing it from his chest.

"Are you ok?" Laurent tenderly asked trying not to think about the strong arms that was pinching the skin of his neck. The woman didn't say a word as she tightly wrapped her arms around Laurent neck and he gripped her lightly.

"What's your name?"

"........" She continued to stay silent, allowing only small and timid whimpers to leave her lips.

"I'm Lau that's my brother Larry."

"You don't have to be afraid any more, no one here is going to hurt you." I kneeled down to meet the rattled woman and she shook her head tightening her grip on Laurent's neck causing him to hiss in pain.

"It's ok he's a good guy, promise."

"It's true I'm really not that bad." I smiled and the woman could help but smile herself.

"Ah, there we go. Pretty smile. Now what's you name, belle?"

"C-Claire." She muttered refusing her attachment to Laurent.

"That's a pretty name."

{Laurent}

What is wrong with this man? How could he do this to someone like Claire she seemed so harmless, painfully fragile, and mentally damaged now that she nearly drowned in a small glass casket. I look down at her wondering why she was his target what did she do to deserve this.

"Are you staying with anyone?"

"No."

"Then you stay here for the night, the bathroom is through that white door." Larry spoke.

"Ok thank you." I help her to her feet and Larry guides her to the bathroom. I rub my neck which was incredibly sore from her arms, for a small woman she really had the strength of a bull. My attention returns to the broken glass, my soaked floor and a red damp piece of paper. I pick it up recognizing the handwriting before. I read the note in my head and wince at the once again twisted message written on it.

Boys meet Claire, a woman of sweet bliss. But she's dangerously fragile and robbed of her sense. Her mind and her actions, mentally unsound and with out you two boys she would've definitely drowned. I guess you think ill of me for treating her like rubbish, however Claire ran from me........she had to be punished.