The Diary of Claire

The Diary of Claire - chapter five

Finally Ready

I made the stupid decision to stay home from school. Seth swore he'd stay by my side all day, but I'd forced him to go without me. Although reluctant, he finally had left.

​I rested my head against one of his many pillows that were scattered across his bed, thinking of him. Nothing about him was typical, at all. He's so sweet, so tender, so...unusual. I thought I had known myself before him, but now...I feel like he's shown me how to show my true skin. I feel comfortable now.

​The pain in my stomach only seemed to intensify when I thought of him, but I couldn't stop. I loved him maybe too much, but I couldn't help it. He was my sweet little surprise I hadn't been expecting when I'd met him...but I was happily getting used to it.

​I was walking alone down a dark ally way, looking for something. My voice came out in gasps as I tried to scream, making it more difficult for me to understand my scenario.

​A tall man appeared from nowhere stopped me, glaring at my face. I didn't quite understand what I'd done, but I was clearly in the wrong. When he jerked my arm, I felt myself cringing from a burn that was just under his hand.

​I felt hurt. I tried to send the pain below, to my stomach, to my heart. It was too intense for me to take at that moment. I felt like I was suffocating from the burning on my arm as he began to pull me down the ally way, laughing as I screamed.

​I gasped as I came out of the vision. Almost as if it were habitual, I glanced at m arm where the man's hand had been; nothing was there.

​I was so tired of being depressed. I felt like my life had become this annoying roller coaster of soap-opera-like-drama. Sighing heavily, I threw myself off the bed, gathering some clothes from the floor. I tossed them in to a basket and made my way to the laundry room.

​"What are you doing?!" Scarlet asked when she saw me.

​"Being productive. I'm determined to have a happy life. That seems to be impossible right now."

​She frowned. "You aren't happy?"

​"No, I'm not." I set the basket in front of the washing machine. "Ever since I chose this life, I've yet to have a moment of true happiness. Everything is laced with drama."

​She frowned. "Seth would be very upset if he knew you were unhappy with your decision."

​"Not the decision, just the way it has all turned out."

​"You know, when William found me, I didn't want anything to do with him."

​I sat on the laundry room floor, resting my head against the washing machine.

​She followed suit, crossing her legs as she looked at me intently. "I loved him until he told me what he was. When he told me, I ran. I ran away from him screaming, knowing that I was in mortal danger. But after twenty or so minutes of running, I realized he wasn't following me.

​"I stopped in my tracks and fell to my knees, crying into my hands. 'How could the love of my life be such a monster?' I asked myself. I begged for God to send me the answer to what I should do.

​"I looked up from my hands to see the light streaming through the canopy of trees above me and he was walking towards me, a single tear frozen against his marble skin. That's when I knew what to do.

​"I stood up slowly. He was instantly in front of me, but he hesitated. His hands froze in mid-air, inches from my face. I stepped closer to him, rested my cheek against his icy palm and pulled his other hand to meet my lips."