Big Secrets

Chapter 6: The Big Bang

I was surprised how he was standing, cause I remember him with a large wound on his side and big blood loss, yet here he is. Weird.

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There was happiness with a bit of sadness mixed in his eyes.

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"I'm sorry." I heard him say with regret in his voice.

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BANG!

Clara's POV:

Pain shot through my chest right after I heard the loud bang. It was as if all the air had left my lungs as it left me breathless. The pain was so intense that I couldn't hold on any longer. My legs felt weak as I fell to my knees. My one hand held my body up from the dusty old floor as I held my other hand tightly against my chest from where the pain was coming from. What was happening? Did somebody just shoot me?

I turned my head to look at the place where Mike was supposed to be standing but to my surprise, he wasn't there anymore. The room was empty, with only me in the centre.

The pain was undescribable. I felt as if something was ripping through my flesh, and fire was eating me from the inside. My arms couldn't hold on anymore and I came crashing down to the floor, while bumping my head.

I was laying there in the middle of the floor, completely paralysed, letting the pain consume me. All I could think about was the pain. The never ending tormenting pain.

After what seemed like hours, the pain slowly started to ease. My whole body was numb and that scared me a little. My eyes where beginning to get heavy and I could feel myself slipping away. Was this it? Am I finally going to die, after this terrible experience?

I looked at the sealing, for it would probably be the last thing that I would see. I had already given up, I had no more strength to carry on. I had no strength to escape.

In that moment, while staring at the sealing, waiting for death to take me to the other side, I couldn't help but think about all the things that led me to this moment. But that one thing that caught my attention the most was Mike.

I'm surprised how he's standing in his condition.

"I'm sorry."

BANG!

A lump formed in my throat as I thought about the possibilities. Would he actually... Did he pull the trigger? Was he working with her?

Many hurtful emotions went through me, but the one that hurt the most was the feeling of betrayal. I kept repeating one question over and over again in my head. Why me?

Tears rolled down my cheek, but I could barely feel them anymore, I was already too numb to feel anything. But not too numb to care. No, I still cared, but that was also taken away from me and replaced by anger. Anger at myself for... existing.

Suddenly I heard heavy footsteps from the distance, coming my way. But I didn't care anymore, I was already dead inside and out, there was nothing left they could do to hurt me. Nothing. It wouldn't even bother me if I died in this house. I wasn't scared of death anymore, instead I would have welcomed it with open arms, if it would only come.

The footsteps were already almost at the door and I could already feel the life slipping through my fingers as the footsteps grew louder by the second. What I saw at the door though, managed to wipe away all of the anger and sadness, only leaving me with pure happiness, even if the person by the door could have been my killer.

"Clara?!" He said my name in a whisper, but I heard it as if he shouted it. His voice was so concerned and that made me feel like nothing bad ever happened, like he cared.

I couldn't help but smile when I saw him, even though he had hurt me so much.

Mike's POV:

I was just walking back to our room and was almost already through the door, but stopped when I saw her in the middle of the floor with dried tear tracks on her cheeks.

I was just standing there in the doorway looking at Clara. My heart rose to my throat almost cutting off my oxygen, leaving me breathless while worry clouded my mind.

"Clara?!" I wanted to shout out to her, but all that left my lips was a whisper.

She looked up at me with her big eyes staring into mine and a small smile crept onto her lips. Immediately my heart sunk back to its rightful place and relief washed over me.

I walked to her and sat down next to her, watching as she just lay on the floor.

She tried getting up but instead she just fell back hitting her head against the hard wood floor, making a bumping noise.

"How much did you drink while I was gone? Cause that's one heck of a hangover you've got there!" I joked, a small laugh leaving my mouth.

She just stared at the floor and groaned at my comment. "Asshole!"

I started laughing even harder which only made her groan furiously at me. She kept trying to get up again. And again. And again. But she failed miserably everytime.

"Seriously? I can't even leave the room for five minutes and you've already got yourself so drunk that you can't even stand anymore! Which is surprising because you don't drink." I tried to lighten her mood, like I always do, but she just kept groaning like a seasick camel.

"Just shut up and help me up!"

With a little bit of stumbling I got her up in no time, she was still as limp as a noodle.

She sat down onto the bed and looked at me with an emotionless expression. She stared at me as if I had just eaten all of her cookies, throwing daggers in my direction with her deadly gaze.

Before I could even ask if I did something wrong or if she was feeling alright, she asked me something I would never have guessed she would ask.

Clara's POV:

No, he couldn't have been the one. He couldn't have shot me, he was so sweet. Even now he was making stupid jokes and trying to cheer me up. It just couldn't have been him.

That question had been on my mind since he stepped into the room. The other option was Patricia, but she couldn't have shot me because I was facing the door and I would have seen her. Nobody else could have shot me. Nobody. Nobody, except Mike. If I even was shot.

So I did it, I asked the one question I knew I would have to ask. And I feared the answer. I didn't want it to be yes, but I didn't have much of a choice.

"Did you shoot me?"

He had a completely emotionless expression on his face and stared at me like I had just stolen candy from a four year old.

What he said shocked me cause it was the complete opposite of what I thought he would say.

"No!"

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A/N:

Hello everyone! I know it has been a while since we last updated, but I think that we all know the reason why.

SCHOOL!!! (>'~')>

Yep, the time of year when you have to go to school is here and let's just say it has NOT been fun. Nope.

And because of the fact that school is 8 hours a day + Art school + training + running for PE + A LOT of homework, and that 5 times a week, we will only be updating on weekends (if we will be able to update at all). But we will try our best.

Anyway, many many thanks to everybody who is voting and commenting and supporting us (even if there are very few of you). THANK YOU <3 <3 <3

Clara & Annie

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