The Inside Story

Chapter 1 - The Moving

*Claire's Pov*

Moving.

Definition of moving: change in place or position.

In other words, hell.

Honestly, moving is too much work and pressure to handle. Why does Clark need to move now, especially during my summer break?

I looked around my now empty room; it fills so many memories up in here, the good and bad. I shake my head, it's not the time to think about it Claire, you have to go downstairs soon or Clark will be pissed.

On time, Clark yelled out my name, "Claire, hurry up! I need he- "

Crash

 "Oh crap!"

I roll my eyes, my dear family, why did you leave me alone with him?

I went downstairs to see that Clark has broken one of our photo frames. I walked toward him and helped him pick up the glass.

"Are you serious Clark?" I asked, rolling my eyes once again.

"For your information, it fell by itself." Clark replied.

I shake my head; I sometimes think I am the oldest one.

After picking up all the glass, I headed towards the truck with my entire luggage filled with clothes and essential I need and pushed it in the back of the truck.

I then went to the passenger seat and looked at my window; I will miss that house a lot.

Clark entered the driver's seat and put on his ray bay on.

"Are you nervous?" Clark looked at me, smirking.

I flipped him the middle finger, "Shut your mouth up and start driving."

He stuck his tongue out to me, and started the engine.

I relaxed against my seat and kept on staring to the house.

It kept all the fun memories of Clark and I, but it also kept the worst memories too.

I closed my eyes, it was the worst day of my life, the day I could never forgot, the day my whole life scattered in million pieces.

I was 14 at that time, young and free. I had no care in the world. It started as a normal day for me, I slept, ate and kissed my parents goodbye before going to school.

But did I know, that was my last time saying goodbye.

I came home to find my parents dead with a gunshot through their head, their tanned skin paled, and their eyes were no longer glowing. I couldn't believe my eyes, it was pure torture. I rushed to my parents, trying my best to wake them up. My tears were falling heavily against my cheek, everything was blurred. Suddenly, I was picked up by this guy, a man with a horrifying scar against his face but that wasn't the worst thing about him, he had a gun, the same gun which left my parents into lifeless corpse.

I struggled and tried to fight back but he just laughed cruelly to my face. He got his gun and was about to shoot me.

Bang.

We both fell on the floor, but the difference was he was dead and I was trying to get my breathe back.

I looked up to see who saved me, to my surprise it was my own brother, Clark with a gun in his hand.

That was when I found out my brother who I thought couldn't even kill a fly, was the leader of the most dangerous gang, The Heartless Gang.

Since then, I became heartless towards everyone expect for my brother. There was no point of being upset with him, he saved my life and that's all I should be grateful of.

But this time, I am going to change, I want to be more nicer towards people, make more friends, maybe even have a boyfriend that Clark won't chase away.

*Sigh* I hope this time, nothing horrible will happen.

( Hope you enjoyed it! This is my first book ever and I would love if anyone could give me tips and all. )