《Dedicated to a very special friend of mine. Happy (belated) Birthday!》
~Clementine's POV~
"Clem?" I hear Ashton speak.
I try to speak but I was not able too. My words had gotten so choked up. My vision soon wanes once again, leaving me in nothing but blackness, surrounding me.
Everything swivels into a whirl and I find myself trapped into it.
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I wake up in a bed? I pop straight up and look around. Nicole is in her bed. I reach for my phone. It was Tuesday. 5:03 am. It was such an atypical phenomenon that was occuring. I had no dominance over it.
I stand up and start to pace. Soon the time turns to 6, then 7, then to 8. Nicole's alarm clock goes off. She turns it off. I sit myself down on my bed, following with a huff.
I couldn't comprehend what had been happening.
I decide to go back into my bed. I shut my eyes.
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I open my eyes, noticing I'm at school, highschool in fact. I see Braeden. He looks upset and discomposed.
Promptly, everything I need to know comes to me.
"His... his sister died?" I think.
I run to his car.
"Hey." I knock on the window.
"I'm not in the mood right now." He growls.
"I know what you're going through." I utter bluntly.
"Please." He begs.
"I can help you!" I plead.
"Leave me alone! I don't need your help!" He yells.
"Come on Braeden!"
"Clem, I can do this without you!" He rolls up is window and drives away.
I didn't want to do it, but it came across as if it was the only way out. I scream again. Not in pain, nor deceit. But a scream to transport me. Screaming was my transportation in this horrifying terror.
I shut my eyes.
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I'm on Braeden's driveway.
I knock on his door. I still couldn't fathom why or what was happening. It just didn't make sense.
He answers the door.
"What do you want?" He snarls.
"Braeden. I understand that you m-" I'm interrupted.
"Clementine. I don't want your pity." He mumbles.
"Trust me, I didn't come here to give any." I snap.
He gives me a wretched face.
"I'm... I'm sorry." I apologize.
"What did you come here for?" He asks.
"Braeden. I understand that you may be feeling sad for something or someone. You might be crossed with yourself." I sympathize.
"I don't need a counselor." He retaliates.
"Braeden.."
"Just stop! You think that talking about it will help me!? I just lost my sister!" He roars.
That was it.
"Okay. You honestly think that I've never lost anyone?!" I yell.
He puts his head down.
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Bittersweet
Teen Fiction|| COMPLETED || I want to be ready for college, but I'll be leaving everything behind. I don't want to forget my mom, my friends, or the memories made. Then again, I want to move on, run away from the heart break following me. I want to be free, I n...