Chapter 12

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        David is startled but quickly comes to his fatherly senses. He bombards her with questions about where she is and how she’s doing until Bridgette finally gives her a location. He hops in his car and speeds towards Clara’s house. Whilst David was racing to get to her Clara has lost it. Following Dylan’s revealing story she goes insane. She takes out her journal and writes one final entry. “ Day 1,999: Everything is falling apart.  I killed Emily. Dylan was right. I could have caught her and I didn’t. I killed Emily. I’m a monster. I’m a murderer. I don’t deserve love. Dylan was right to cheat on me. I’m a worthless piece of trash that’s not worthy of life. I was right. I can’t make it to 2,000. I’m ugly, stupid, and I will forever be alone.” She then goes down stairs and takes a paintbrush from her mom’s room and grabs her jar of blood. David has just now reached the front yard of the house. Clara takes the paintbrush and dips it into the jar of blood and begins to write a message on the wooden floor. She is writing ferociously at a very fast tempo. She finishes the message and holds the knife. David is at the door of the house right at that moment. Clara takes the knife and with no hesitation this time swings sword directly into her heart. As she does this, David finally gets into the house. He has just witnessed her daughter take her life. Clara, however, is collapsed in the ground. David rushes over to her and grabs her. He yells at the top of his lungs for her to come back and for her to stay with him. Clara only gets a slight glimpse of the father she always wanted before she bleeds out. Her last words were “ Dad I love you.” David cannot believe it. Why would she take her life? He instantly blames Bridgette who is also there sobbing just as hard as he is, but the pain of it all consumes him. The daughter he always wanted just took her life before he could be there to save her. After finally letting go of Clara he takes time to read the message she wrote. It reads, “ 11/25. It’s my birthday and no one remembered.” He can’t control his tears at this point. He and his daughter share a birthday.

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