Scary little something

Chapter 2; "Inside her mind"

Clara is a type of girl for who you would think it's perfectly sane, well, that is until her slim body enters into the house she spends most of the time.  Firstly, she does her daily basis and then helps her mother with lunch and later with the dishes they manage to get dirty in the meanwhile. All of the time, her mother and Clara are laughing at their own jokes they crack.

Clara loves her mother very much and she can't imagine a day without her bright smile and shiny eyes. Later on, they play some ordinary game with cards as they await Clara's father to arrive home. Clara really hopes he would come home sober, not drunk like yesterday. Instead of showing her worry, Clara proposed to her mother to walk around the center a bit, just to avoid confronting her father right away.

At her surprise, her mother agrees and jumps in the air and goes straight up in her room to get ready, Clara doesn't have to worry about getting ready because she practically is already. Quick enough her mother is downstairs more than ready to examine each corner of their beautiful town, Clara is in a hurry because of her father so they both leave the house without running into that man.

Their feet run and walk on the ground of one of the most beautiful town in the world, Clara is happy because she has the chance to live here. But she wishes that another circumstances surround her, instead of this sorrowful ones. She pushes away those dark thoughts and concentrates on the face of her mother, so happy and glow is pouring out of every ounce of her body. She loves to see her like that.

At one split second her glowing face becomes pale, dead face but as soon as she blinks; undead, pretty face of her mother is back. That catches Clara's attention but yet again she doesn't give as much of an importance to it. Instead, she snakes her own hand underneath her mothers and they walk around, hand in hand, happy and carefree.

Coldness of her mothers hand bugs her but she pushes that thought away, thinking that reason of her cold hand is the weather outside, cold and ready to pour that freezing raindrops on innocent people without umbrella's. Clara's head leans on her mothers shoulder as she feels mothers hand caress her gently, she could easily fall asleep now when everything seems so perfect.

But, they have to go home. It is time to confront the thing she fears the most. In the pit of Clara's stomach unease starts to creep up and as each second passes it just grows heavier to carry. Every step they take towards their house, fear is a lot bigger than a step before. She sincerely hopes her father is asleep by now, resting from his slumber and drunk state in parents room, like he should.

Key fills up the keyhole of their house as Clara can't find any comfortable thoughts to relax her nervous and scared posture. She tried so many times to convince her mother to leave that horrible father, but she wouldn't listen. She loved that man, she loves that man. Clara's mother believes that he will change, that he will learn to appreciate his family and start to treat them as they should be treated. But, Clara does not believe that monster of her father could ever change.

He could only get much worse.

Doors open and they step in, Clara somehow prevents her mother from announcing they are here and she silently takes of her shoes and puts on her worn out slippers, just like her mother.

Carefully, she peeks behind the wall into the kitchen to see if there is any trace of her father, hopefully, he is not there and they freely walk inside. Her mother puts coffee to boil on the oven as she takes a seat next to her daughter. Clara is afraid to leave her mother alone in case her father appears from somewhere, so she sits there in fear just looking at the doors like her father will come in any second.

As she feared, drunk posture of her father takes a place on the doorway, red eyes are pouring out the hatred at her mother and Clara. Clara's heart rate quickens as she prays to prevent any bad situations to happen. But, luck is not on her side. With slow and insecure steps her father comes at the table and without any words he sits down opposite of them. Clara can swear she heard her mother gulp loudly.