Asleep or Dead

Chapter 2

A/N:

Just going to say if you get confused.

Writing like this is flashbacks. (Italics and in Bold)

And writing like this is thoughts. (Just italics)

Ok. Carry on reading.

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Standing by the kitchen counter was Helena's roommate. Her blonde, possibly even white, hair was tied up in a messy ponytail. She held a cup of hot chocolate in her hands and was blowing it, cooling down the steaming drink.

As her eyes cast upon her shivering friend, Clare hastily put down the mug and went to get a warm bath running.

She threw a towel at Helena and took her bag from her hands, setting it down by the doorway before going into Helena's bedroom to look for some warm clothes.

Helena, however, entered the bathroom and stripped off her wet clothes, tossing them onto the floor. She wrapped the towel Clare gave her around her bare shoulders.

For a while, she watched the bathtub fill with hot water. Something about the ripples in the tub put her into a trance.

"Helena? Helena!" She jumped and took in her surroundings, forgetting where she was. Next to her stood Clare who had already added a bath bomb into the bath and was holding out some clothes and another towel.

"Sorry." Helena smiled and took the fluffy pyjamas from Clare's arms before ushering her friend out of the bathroom.

- Seven Hours Earlier -

- Clare's POV -

I sat on my bed listening to music, a book in hand. I just noticed it was raining outside thanks to the sound of raindrops hitting my window.

I wasn't complaining. I liked the sound of rain. Rainy days are the days I crave for the most. I get to lounge around inside, drink warm drinks and relax. It's just one of those days where it feels like nothing can hurt you. Where nothing can stop you.

It wasn't too heavy; just a few drops. It should be over in no time. I mean, all week it has been sunny. Cold, but sunny.

I watched water droplets slide down from the top of my window. I remember when I was a kid, I would pretend that the raindrops were 'racing' each other to the bottom.

It was a good way to pass time. I wonder if anybody else still does it.

A knock on the door forced me to get out of bed. I was home alone and wasn't expecting anybody. Not until four o'clock anyways.

I shuffled to the front door of my apartment and unlocked it.

Frank stood before me with a small smile on his face. He had his schoolbag slung over his shoulder carelessly and he held his phone in his hand. 

I wasn't really that surprised to see Frank. He usually skips classes at school.

"Hey Clare." he said.

"Hey."

I let him inside and shut the door with a small click.

He had already taken off his coat and shoes and was setting his things down in his bedroom. I heard the familiar sound of his bag being thrown to the other side of his room and the creaking of his bed.

This is what he did everyday. I've grown so familiar with Frank's routines that I could even tell what he's putting down on his desk from my room.

I went to the kitchen to prepare some coffee for Frank, knowing that he probably didn't eat any lunch at school. I was getting worried about this.