The Daughter

10- Difference

Chapter 10

Difference

Claire's POV

That night I kept tossing and turning in my bed. I just couldn't get comfortable, but that isn't the only reason I can't sleep. My parents are sleeping in the next room, something I never thought would happen in a very long time. The only sleep I've gotten was in a chair. I put two and two together and slid out of bed making my way in my parents room. They were both asleep in bed.

My father with one arm wrapped around my mother protectively and the other underneath his pillow. I didn't need to guess to know both of them had a gun underneath their pillows. I sat in the chair making myself comfortable, and drifted to sleep knowing that I was under my parents protection whether they knew it or not.

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"Shh don't wake her" I heard a voice say.

I was half asleep now and I found the position I was in quite uncomfortable. I felt, once again, like I was being lifted up and carried to my room. I could tell because of the smell of roses. Those are my favorite kind of flowers.

I was put down on something more comfortable than a chair. I recognized it as my bed. As the comforter was pulled up to my shoulders I was comfortable enough to fall back asleep. I only wish that my parents had stayed with me.

Dream/Flashback

"Again, what's you're name?" The woman I knew as Anastasia sneered.

"C-Cl-Claire" My 10-year old self shivered timidly. The worse feeling is knowing something is wrong but never knowing how to fix it.

"Wrong!" I flinched at her voice and yelped when Anastasia ducked my head back under the water. "You're name is Alexa!" She said after pulling me up.

"A-Alexa" The mean woman yanked me from the bucket of water by my hair and I fell to the ground gasping for air.

"Take her to her cell we'll continue later" The woman spoke to the others like her. The other women who refused to speak to me followed their orders and dragged me back to my cell.

I woke up with a start. I remember being so afraid that I didn't even want to say my own name. I grew out of it, but the nightmares still haunt me.

I felt a figure next to me and I immediately hugged her not letting the tears in my eyes fall. Crying is never worth it. The worse will come, or it already has happened. Doesn't matter how hard you cry or how many tears fall. Bad things don't stop happening.

"It's alright" my mother whispered, embracing me protectively. My eyelids felt heavy but I didn't want to go back to sleep. "I'm right here" she whispered.

"I think I need to pull out of this mission." I said. She pulled away to look at me.

"You're giving up?" She said with an eyebrow raised.

"No, I'm saving this mission. I don't know why this is happening to me but I do know that if I stay any longer I'll put both of you in danger"

"It's already too late. A sudden disappearance will surely make them suspicious" I nod slowly.

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"So first the break down next nightmares?" My father asked.

"They were just some dreams it's nothing" I shrugged.

"No, theres a difference between dreams and nightmares." He explained.

"There's also a difference between phycological problems and someone toying with you're brain. No one seems to realize that may be the problem" They both look at me with a mix of shock and question.