Arrow and Dark Mist

Five years ago

Clara's POV
(My name is Clara Maurice Pertrova, this is my story in going to tell you me story. I'm going to tell who I am and who I became. )
It's been over a year since my Dad was killed.
No one has found the killer and I'm full of sadness. My mom she went insane and lost all Hope for my dad, she tried to kill herself. Just when I walked in I saved her.
That's when the cops took my mom they away from me and the butler has been raising me ever since.
His name is Dexter Guerre, mid thirties but I trust him Completely. He had red like hair and treated me like I was his daughter.
But to be honest I had no Family my mother was literally dead to me, my father should Forever remain in my heart.
As I turned 16 Moira Queen and Robert queen have been trying to get through to me because of how our family was so close to each other.
I denied them telling the queens I needed time and space. They kept bugging me until I said I would go on a ship with Them.
It was called Queens Gambit. I was packing and getting ready because we are leaving today and Robert is calling a ride for me.
I became Friends with their son. Oliver Queen he was a part animal but believe me he is soft.
I look in my mirror seeing my brown hair that curly and I still looked like a little kid even with my Square Glasses. I still had my baby face.
My eyes where a green color they take after my dad.
I smile realizing how badly I look like my father. I look at the text on my phone Oliver sent me a message. 'You need a ride we leave in 10?'.
I already have one. Hmm does Oliver want me to go the cruise ship? Or their yacht? I furrowed my brows putting my phone down.
Wow what a asshole i guess I'm not a best friend to Oliver.
I picked up my phone texting back Oliver. 'Sorry cannot make it, trouble at the company and I feel sick, Maybe next time Ollie'. I sent it and took a deep breath.
Well looks like I'm going to do something for my weekend.
Should I go check out my family's company? See if their is anything missing or going wrong? I sigh turning around sitting on my bed. My bags where packed so I threw them on the ground left them there.
I reached over digging through my chore when I noticed something odd. There was bible in my nightstand. What? I never have books or anything at all in there except my Diary and other things.
I grabbed the bible and when I opened it there was a Letter.
It had my name on it. I was curious this was Crucial enough for me to talk to Dexter about it he might shed some light on it.
But Dexter might be to busy running the Company with my Real Dads CEO.
I tore off the top and it revealed 4 pages of letters piled all together. "Clara!". Dexter shouted outside my room. I grabbed my envelope and jumped off my bed. "Yes Dexter?". I ask he opens my door. Dexter wore a Dark blue suit and his tie matching.
His brown eyes looked fragile as if he was damaged.
"Moira Queen just got a call from Her son, so you're not going with them on their yacht?". Dexter asks.
I look away from him. "No I wasn't feeling well and I'm worried about the Company, and I think my dad left these for me".
I say holding up the envelopes. Dexter eyes me before his phone starts to ring.
"I'm sorry can we talk about this when I come home?".
Dexter asks. I nodded he smiles a little than he answers his phone leaving my room. I sat down taking the letters out and scanning over them. I turned it over to the front to see my name on top.
Dear Clara, It's your dad and I'm writing these letters on my way from Central city, today is going to be my last week with you and when you're reading this.
My death should have healed you and today if you're 16 or however old you are. Can you do your father one last wish?....
I gasped feeling the Pit in my stomach come up. No why would he wait for me to read these?! Why now my life is trying to move Forward! I felt my eyes getting watery.
I looked outside my window seeing the sun shine brightly.
I screamed lousy before punching the window as hard as I can.
I broke the glass making my hand get cut in the Process. I winced seeing how bloody my right hand. "Ow ow". I muttered.
I dropped the letters on my bed before running to my bathroom getting a small towel for me.
I ran cold water under my hand before wrapping it with my towel. And tying it so it wouldn't fall off. I peeked around seeing those damn letters lying on my bed still not read through.
"Are you alright?!". One of my maids came through the door she gasped seeing the glass and blood by my window.
I looked at her and came out of the bathroom. Oh god what would Dexter think? Would he be mad or?!
I panicked. "Please please don't tell Dexter! I-I didn't mean too!".
I yelled she looks at me before walking towards me. "Dear are you Ok?".
She asked me I lie nodding. "Yeah it's fine, just go downstairs and I'll clean it up". I said. She gives me a Questionable look before I shoo her away.
Well my day has turned into me hurting myself. What's next?