After a tragic past, Claire Elric is left alone in this world to fight against her mind and screaming thoughts, especially after her best friend, Leo, decides not to remember her and start a new life in which she is just a girl who studies in the sa...
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Baby steps, that's how we were starting.
I didn't understand how bringing my true self out would help but the storm I saw in his eyes was enough for me to believe that he knew what he was doing.
It was late. The moon covering half of the sky, the stars glimmering in the dark. I always loved the night-sky. Loved how it showed that not all that shines brightest is beautiful. You can't even look at the sun but the moon... it was something everyone could relate with. Just like it, part of us is always hidden.
Sitting on the roof, I closed my eyes, letting the cool breeze nip my face. Then, I let the darkness consume me. And I dreamed...
Voices. Strange screaming voices yelled my name. They pleaded for help and all I saw was my mother. She just stood there, her head bowed, black strands of hair falling over her face. Broken and bruised, she stood in front of me in a limping position. Raising her head, she whimpered as she bit her lower lip, tears streaming down her eyes.
I gasped, my gasp echoing over the hollow dark place I was in, making all the other voices hush down. But my shock had a better reason because only when she looked up, I realized that the woman in front of me had dark blue eyes.
Like mine. It was me.
"It's all your fault."She whispered, falling down.
I tried to catch her but she fell, breaking down into many pieces that turned dark like a black hole, absorbing all light. Kneeling down, I touched the pieces, only to see all of them turn into black butterflies.
They swirled and swirled all around me, like a tornado. The wind around me blew my hair over my face as I kept trying to push them back.
When all failed, I gave up, falling on my knees. It wasn't until then when I saw a boy standing on the other side of the tornado, a safe distance away. Such a cute little kid with auburn hair and eyes of the lightest shade of brown. He smiled and tilted his head, as if he had no care in the world.
"You did this to yourself. No one else is to blame. You can't escape, I won't let you find another way." He stepped closer, the hurricane dying down. "Don't you see that you're safe here? I'll protect you here, you're safe. I love you here, not there, in the outside world. It wants you dead."
The butterflies stop abruptly, falling on the as nothing more than dust.
"You did this to yourself. Let me help you."
"They want you dead."
"Claire!"
My head swirled, making me feel weak in my knees. Clapping my hands against my ears, I tried to shut these voices out and they became louder and louder by the minute.
My eyes were blurry with tears as I knelt down, my forehead touching the ground.
"Stop it, please," I begged to the boy in front of me. "Stop it, Leo, it hurts."
But the screams of pleading only became louder, more demanding.
"STOP!" I yelled, jolting up only to find myself in my room, covered with my duvet.
Touching my cheek, I realized that they were wet due to me crying. Slowly, I got up, trying to steady my breath. I don't know how I got to my room, in my pajamas and into bed while I fell asleep on the roof.
But all my thoughts were washed away when I heard the door bell ring. Making my way to the door, I opened the door to meet a smiling Conrad. His platinum blonde hair was swept back, his hands tucked in the pockets of his grey hoodie.
Scanning me up and down, he smirked, "Looks like someone slept in."
But the smirk soon faded away as his steel drawn eyes met mine. "You were—were you crying?"
I looked
Down at my feet, making way to let him in.
"What happened, Claire?" he asked. I didn't want to answer him. I still hadn't digested to the fact that he knew everything—all my life, fears, thoughts—everything.
Taking a sharp breath in, he avoided the topic himself. "So, today's Sunday... let's go out. This place must feel congesting. Why not go to....... Café Glutton! It has the best sandwiches in the block. Go change, go on!"
I sighed and obeyed, not wanting to ruin his excitement.
Putting on a burgundy sweatshirt and black skinny jeans, I tied my hair in a high pony, hoping that today would go normal. At least, as normal as possible.
Just one day, I pleaded in my head. Just let me enjoy one day normally.
