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└➤ CLARA SALVATORE was a dreamer. She lived under the spells of happily ever afters, believing that one day she would find her prince charming and her dad might reunite with his long lost love and finally they would become a perfect f...
Well, I tried to repress it and I carried it's crown I reached out to undress it and love let me down
– Colour Me In (Damien Rice)
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"Clara. Clara!"
My head was burning in hell. The pain was sharper than a knife stab and if I could I would happily welcome back the sweet and comforting darkness but there was someone who was stopping me from it.
"Clara, open your eyes," the voice urged me.
"Am I at home?" I asked as I forced my eyes to open.
"No. Do you remember what happened?"
Now I recognized that the person that was talking to me was my Dad but my confusion still hadn't left me.
"I..." It took me a second to recover my memories because the alcohol hadn't miraculously disappeared from my body and it was numbing my feelings and reflexes too, just like my quick thinking. But then my latest memory flashed before my eyes and I got into an alarmed mood. "Elena! Where is she? Elena!"
"Hey, hey, calm down."
"You gotta find her!" I panicked.
Someone had banged my head against the concrete wall, which, might I add, still hurt. However, the consequences of my drinking didn't wait as I hunched over and started throwing up right here on the ground at the back entrance of the bar.
"Clara, I'm going to look for Elena, okay? You need to stay here. Do you understand?"
I nodded without even glancing at him and he sped away. I had no idea who else was among us but it definitely looked like they didn't have good intentions from the recent events.
I felt another cramp in my stomach and more content splashed all over the ground.
Finally I felt it end and I leaned against the wall and my sweaty face met the calming coldness. But my rest didn't last long because a scream cut through the night and I shuddered as I recognized it.
It was Dad.
Oh God.
I had to help him.
Now.
My legs and hands couldn't stop shaking though. The happy bubble had blown into pieces and I was fully aware of every muscle in my body. But I couldn't give up. My Dad needed me. He needed my magic.
With the help of the railing I managed to find balance on my feet and slowly I started stumbling forward. The image of him getting hurt was giving me the needed energy to keep moving.
