Scars | ✔

Chapter 5

"I'm hungry." Clementine whined.

"Me too. But hey, it's our last day." Marshall said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"Yeah. I just don't wanna be here anymore." Clem said, rubbing her cheek.

"Your cheek still hurt?"

"Yeah."

"No kiddin. Has a huge red mark on it. Does mine?" Marshall asked, turning his head for Clem to see.

"Yes. It's big."

"Pa got us good."

Clementine sighed as she dug her fingers into the white carpet underneath her and Marshall. She laid her head back against the bed and sighed again, closing her eyes and remembering her parents.

"I miss my mom and dad."

"I know ye do. We've just gotta stay strong right now. For each other."

"I know, it's just.. I don't want to leave you either, Marshall. Pleaseeeee tell me you won't leave like my mom and dad." Clem whined, sitting up and looking at Marshall. Marshall smiled and grabbed her hand.

"I promise. Now you do the same."

"I promise, too." Clem smiled at Marshall, earning herself a smile back. Clem relaxed against the bed again and snuggled into her red Brooklyn hoodie.

Clementine looked out at the sun. It glowed brightly as the white clouds caressed through the ever blue sky. Birds flew past and sung their songs loudly, blessing whoever cared enough to hear them sing.

"Where do you think my mom and dad is?" Clem asked suddenly.

"I don't know much about what happens after you die, but maybe somewhere nice."

"I hope."

"I read a lot of books. Paranormal, afterlife, spiritual. Things like those. An I think they went to a place called The Stars."

Clem raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment.

"Where is that?" Clem finally asked.

"In the sky. It's a happy place where good people go."

"My parents were good people."

"I bet so." Marshall and Clem stayed silent for a bit longer.

"Marshall?"

"Yeah?"

"What does.. Para.. Paraormal? What does that mean?"

"Paranormal is something weird. Like ghosts, or creatures an such we can't really describe logically."

"Oh. Scary." Clem said, looking down at her lap.

. . .

"I hope you two have learnt your lesson. You're on thin fucking ice now."Timothy said as he slammed the door open, making both Clem and Marshall jump.

"We have, pa. We're sorry."

"Yeah. I didn't mean to say what I said."

"And I didn't mean to do what I did, pa." Marshall said, even though he had meant it.

"Well, I didn't mean to hit you." Timothy said in a huff.

"Thank you, pa."

"Thank you, si- Thank you." Clem said, stopping herself before she can say the word, sir.

"Good. Now go out an play, don't want you kids to get fat an all." Timothy said, pulling something out of his pockets and standing aside so they could go through.