the wall in front of my eyes are still. its white. and plain. but i don't let my gaze trigger anything else. i want to stare at this wall forever if i had to.
because i would have too.
and i would let myself to do that.
nothing moves. nothing stirs. my room is quiet
and so am I
I seem to eventually come to the term that i am in fact tired
so i squeeze my eyes shut and let my hair fall back between my boney shoulders and rest my head on the pillow. i pull the covers over my legs and body.
its warm now
and i can sleep
right?
wrong
i dont sleep. my eyes are shut tight. my body doesn't move. the room doesn't move.
until it does move
someone is playing with the handle and i can hear keys unlocking it.
oh god
please dont be please dont be
and it bursts open
completely
wide open. but i still keep my eyes shut because i dont want to look at them right now. i want to sleep. please. let me sleep. my fingers are places restlessly beside me hips wiggling slightly. plus
it was 1 o'clock in the freaking morning
what does this person want now. seriously.
I have the slightest urge to get up and shoo them away. but i dont. i stay there. quietly.
helplessly.
finally after 3 gazillion minutes the person is breathing heavily. i can practically feel their heartbeat against mine. nd i know its something urgent. something critical.
the footsteps pick up and the person closes the door shut tight. locks it and then steps closer to my bed.
crap. crap.crap
what do i do? get up? smack them? i cant. im helpless now.
then i hear them
breathing
and i already know who it is
i knew from the moment they walked in here
i could tell
noah
noah was here
and he was here
and he was really here and i- i couldn't move
"clara" he says so quietly. so softly a mouse could only hear this. he says my name like its the last thing he will ever speak of again. and i love it
my eyes pop open because the urgency in his voice is too strong to keep quiet now. something is really wrong with him. and i want to know why
"good you up. we need to go. now. we need to leave. you and me. now i know just dont get mad dont ask questions"
i turn my head towards the door and then i meet his eyes. there-
the brightest blue i have ever seen in the darkness. god. Camille was right
he was beautiful
always had been in my books. stop clara. just do what he says before he gets more mad
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UnHuman
FantasyWhen Clara Bates is swept away into another place she would have never thought to be possible. she loses her mind. Plus this crazy boy she can't stop thinking about noah. she thinks she isn't crazy and she knows she might be safe there but will she...
