Tiny Glowing Screens|Daniel.Seavey

Come out and play- billie eilish.

Jumping up from the bed, I felt the tears quickly start to pile in. My heart racing as I clench my shirt in a fist.

Falling to the floor, I felt my chest start to ache. My breathing stopped and started more times than I can really deal with. "Really? You don't think this is a little dramatic?"

I can't do this today. I cannot deal with his stupid little comments. "Stop it."

Stumbling toward the kitchen, I rest my arms against the counter. "Seriously Claire this is getting stupid. Faking your issues to get attention just seems, sad. Fucking desperate really."

"Shut up." My head was pounding, I couldn't see anything properly. It was going so fast and everything was so bright. "If I could I would beat this out of you. You're not getting anybody attention, nobody cares."

I couldn't find my tablets, I know that I had new ones because they came in that stupid orange bottle. "Absolutely pathetic you, you know. No wonder she ran back into that house. Dealing with you for the rest of her life was probably her biggest nightmare."

"Shut up!" I screamed, hitting the glass on the counter. "Like father like daughter aye."

Sliding down the side of the counter, I rest my hands over my temple. "Your mother is dead because you can't get over the fact that you don't get everything you want. She went back in to save you, you went back in to save your fucking pictures. If you hadn't gone in then she would be alive and you wouldn't need them."

"Shut up!" My hand was bleeding, my eye was bleeding. He wouldn't go away. "Shut up! Shut up! This is your fault Claire! This is all your fault!"

Pressing my palms into the sides of my heads, I felt the blood drip from my eye. "Now you're getting it. Say it again."

"It's my fault." I cried. "Say it again!" He screams, my ears ringing. "It's my fault! I killed her! Oh god I killed her! She's gone!"

"Yeah. You feel good? Living in her house? Wearing her clothes? Taking her friends? You are selfish. A selfish little girl who deserves everything she got. Yeah? Are you listening?"

"This is all your fault Claire." I looked up, the left side blurry as I tried to focus. "You know what you should do?" He whispered. "Yeah you do, move. Now."

Standing up from the floor, my legs shaking every time I moved an inch. "Do not come out until you know she would be okay with you."

"Imogene!" Beth grabs my shoulders, my hand slipping from the door handle. "Shit, kid I've been trying to wake you up for ages. What are you doing? Who's Claire?"

I started looking around, the house dark and empty with the glass everywhere. "He was here. I saw him, Beth I saw him."

"Okay, it's okay. I got you." My legs were starting to give in. Her grip got a little tighter as I fell into her arms completely. "He was there."

"I know my love, I know. I got you. It's okay." I was out of it, completely out of it. I haven't had that happen since I was 14. He's always around so it's never been necessary.

I'm not sure why it's happening now. "I didn't do anything wrong, I didn't do anything. Please don't let him hurt me. Please, I'll give you anything. Just please don't let him take her away again."

I was never really one to beg for help, but I just felt so alone it was all I had. "Ginny?" Beth scoffed out a quiet laugh. "How does he know every time?"

"Ginny, shit baby what happened?" He sits beside Beth, her arms still tight around me. "She just had a bad nightmare. I think she was sleepwalking. Were you awake?"

"No. No there wasn't anything under me I was just, there." He takes my hand, trying his best to fix it up. "I'm sorry I bothered you both."

"You didn't bother anybody my love. We're here by choice. Just try and get some sleep okay. You're safe." I was trying really hard to stay awake. I didn't want to bother them any more.

But I physically cannot keep myself up right, I can't talk, I can't think. I suppose thinking was never my strong suit. But right now it's worse.

Daniel's POV

"Beth Sanders are you, worried?" She groans. "Shut up this ain't the time. You're one to talk, mr 'I hate everybody' you haven't spoken a word to anybody in years and now suddenly you're a little chatter box."

"She's hard to ignore. Oh god her eye too? What happened? Did you hear anything?" I was panicking, I've never had to panic before. How the fuck does she do Thai daily and still act the way she does? I would've killed somebody.

"She kept saying Claire, she was talking about how she killed her mom, this Claire girl. She kept telling somebody to shut up, she'd go quiet and then she'd carry on."

"Claire is her middle name. It's the name her dad called her. Hold her still. She was talking to her dad, she did it the other night but it wasn't this bad she just sort of rolled over and stopped when Johnny said something. I don't know what he said."

"Her dad was shouting? In her dream?" I nodded, biting my cheek trying not to cry. "Yeah. He calls her Claire because her mums middle name is Imogene and he hates it. I'm not sure she actually remembers telling me any of this."

"Probably not. Poor girl. She seems so sweet." I smiled, brushing the hair from Imogenes face. "Sweetest girl in the world. She just didn't have the greatest time in England. My mom said that Joanne and my moms- mom used to talk a lot. Joanne told her she was leaving and she apparently seemed scared but she'd done it anyway."

"Poor girl. Wasn't she about 15 when she had her too? I remember she was top of her class. Skipped a couple grades. Why'd she leave?"

"I'm not sure. Fear? I think she told Ginny that she accidentally had her in the airport but I think she did it on purpose so that she could come back here. She knew Tyler would've kept her safe."

"They look so alike. It's not even just one of those things people say to make her feel closer to her mom. They're literally twins. She'll grow old and she'll look exactly how hr mom should've looked. She was supposed to find a cure for immorality. She said she'd make a clone and so I'm partially convinced she's literally just a clone."

"She's got too much personality for that. What does her mom even look like?" She points down, Imogene frowning as she groans. "No.. Johnny those are mine."

"I have a few pictures from our senior year. She was very social, pretty fun to be around." I gasped. "That's why you're a moody little fuck. You miss your friend."

"Whatever. Fuck you. She was- she was the only fucker in this damn town to treat me like a damn person. Sue me for mourning." Cranky much.