The Almost Lovers

Chapter 4

I threw my surf board down and since I knew there was a forest that hid the beach I was sitting on I held my head in my hands and cried.

To be honest, I hated my life, everything about it. My parents were dead, my family wouldn't take me or my brothers in so the youngest one who was only 4 months old had to be separated from us and given to someone else.

Even though I was what every little girl dreamed to be, I still hated it all. I wanted it to be simple. I wanted to get married, and live like anyone else. What was happening now was too much for me.

Michael walked out to the beach and sat down next to me. "Clarity, what's wrong?" He asked and I curled up hugging my knees tightly.

"These past months, the ones I was just with you and not Clark and had no work, were the best months of my life." I sniffled and he wrapped his arm around me, he was three years older than me so he was always there for me, he was my best friend, the best out of all of them.

"I know it must be stressful, being a very high up person in a successful business is extremely stressful, I can't imagine what it's like for you." He laid his head on mine while sobbed on his shoulder.

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Me and Mike (I call him Mike) sat there for hours until I finally calmed down. I opened my eyes to see the sun setting, the purple, pink, yellow, and blue sky was so beautiful that I couldn't help but calm down.

Mike stood up and walked away, leaving me to clear my head by myself because he knew that's just how I worked. I stood up and pulled my surf board into the water.

I spent the next hour or so surfing and swimming to get things off my mind but it didn't really work. I knew tomorrow would be the first day of filming and that it would be even more stressful, I would be overwhelmed and hate every second of it.

Now I know that your wondering why I didn't just quit, before my parents died is when I first started acting, and that was when I was fifteen. I was in theater every chance I got because my parents enjoyed seeing me act so much. But then it happened, they came to our house and the next thing
I knew I was holding my my mom in my arms and my dad was right next to me.

With her last few breaths she told me nothing made her prouder than me and Mike, and all she wanted was to see me on broadway. So I never stopped acting, even though I never enjoyed it except when I did it with my friends.

I got out of water and stood at the beach were just my feet were being overcome by the small waves that came from the tide. My eyes slowly shut and the cool breeze of a summer night mad my hair flow behind me, the smell of the sea was the only thing that truly made me happy.

I listened closely to hear the wind whispering softly as it tossed my hair slowly drying while I stood there, ocean spray landed on my skin and I smiled slightly as the wind started to sing to me slowly putting me in a trance.

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I don't know how it happened but I woke up as the sun rays hit my face and I opened my eyes I realized I was fast asleep on the shore. I sat up quickly and started hyperventilating.

I ran inside and stumbled up the stairs as I was trying my hardest to get to the bathroom. I ran inside the bathroom closes the door locked it the started a shower. I realized I hadn't grabbed any clothes and so I ran back out got and outfit and threw my swimsuit on the floor as I hurriedly jumped in the shower.

I cussed under my breath as I ran outside and into the car that had been there for ten minutes, I was so late that it wasn't even funny.

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We arrived at the set and I ran inside. I didn't stop to get a coffee I just ran.

"Clarity!" I heard someone yell and I looked around for the voice that sounded vaguely familiar while still running. "Um, Clarity!" They said a bit more scared this time when boom. I was on the floor with coffee all over me.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." They said and I turned my head while on my hands and knees, trying to get up and saw Jake. I rolled my eyes and looked away.

I stood up and looked down at my WHITE designer shirt that was now brown. I groaned and stood up, honestly I was about to start crying.

I wrapped my arms around myself with embarrassment and walked away awkwardly. When I walked in everyone glared at me, literally. The room went quite and all eyes were on me and my nasty self.

Then six girls out of nowhere burst into laughter followed by almost everyone else in the room. I was shaking now and was barley breathing. Rude comments were shouted from the group and all I could think was how unprofessional are these people. Also some other things but I won't mention those.

I looked down and turned right around and walked out. I made a b-line straight to the bathroom tears already streaming down my face. Jake was in the room when this happened so he followed after me without making a sound.

I collapsed before I could make it to the bathroom and I was having a panic attack. I turned pale, I was shaking violently and I couldn't breathe. It was like someone was strangling me and I couldn't get them off me.

Jakes eyes almost popped out of his eyes as he took the whole situation in, he had no idea what to do or if he should get someone but every time he'd try to run he wouldn't move, he was completely frozen with fear.

Since I had on an undershirt I threw the top one off trying to cool down to see if it would help but it didn't. I slowly stood back up, I was still
Having a hard time breathing and you could hear it every time I took a breath.

Finally Jake ran to my side and I looked over at him. "I'm so sorry, this is all my fault." He kept repeating that but it all sounded like gibberish. Everything got blurry and I closed my eyes and shook my head but when I opened them it was the same.

"Jacob.." I mumbled and he stopped talking to let me say something. "I need y-you to call an ambulance right now." I said grabbing onto his arms to keep balanced. "I'll t-try to s-stay conscious but I-I can't guarantee." I stuttered while staring into his eyes trying to focus on something.

A half second later my eyes fluttered shut and I collapsed into his arms and he looked down at me and called out for help.