Saving Mr. bad boy

Chapter 4

Clara clung to the buildings spire. She felt like throwing up yet, she felt this strange urge just to peek over the edge... just a peek. She leaned closer and closer to the edge keeping her hands wrapped tightly over the spire, turning her knuckles a ghostly white.

The wind rushed and whipped through her hair. Shielding her eyes from the view. With her white dress snapping in the wind she leaned closer and closer to her demise.

Cautiously peeking over the skyscrapers edge, she could just make out the little people and cars. For her towering height they all looked like ants scurrying around from one place to the next. Perhaps to work or maybe to their homes. She would never know. Then, without warning, her hand slipped and her stomach dropped. 

She was falling, falling so fast that everything around her became a blur of colour and sound. She managed to face the building and instead of seeing her own reflection she saw a girl with light brown hair with blonde streaks and big blue eyes, staring back at her. Embracing feeling, she faced down towards the ground facing her certain death. Smiling she whispered, "Sorry, Clara,"

Her heart stopped...

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Clara screamed clutching her chest as she sobbed into her pillow uncontrollably. The ache of sadness shook her body. She thought that she was over having that nightmare, the one that relived her best friends death.

Ferreira... that was her name and her and Clara had been best friends for their whole lives, through thick and thin. Clara was the quiet and sensible one and Ferreira was the daredevil but then one-day something horrible happened. Ferreira climbed to the top of a high rise, something that she did often, and then people say that she jumped. Everyone in the town thought that Ferreira jumped but Clara knew better. It was a freak accident, she knew her best friend and she knew that she would never ever do anything like that.

Finally, Clara stopped crying and wiped a stray tear away. Her head pounded and her throat was burning. She just hoped she hadn't awoken Harry or the demon baby. She rolled over and checked her phone for the time... 1am

 

Great, she thought, just great. She groaned loudly, she was never going to get back to sleep. Clara slipped out of her room, down the stairs (avoiding all of the squeaky floorboards) and out into the lounge room. She didn't care that she had school tomorrow she could use a sick day. Although, Maria would probably scold her later for getting up at 1 in the morning but she needed to think and be alone.

She fell onto the couch, grabbed the remote and switched the TV on. It blared out and Clara squealed as she fumbled with the remote and turned the sound down, she just hoped that she hadn't woken anyone up.

She scrolled through her list of movies and found her favourite. Finding Nemo. This particular movie was her go to movie because, even though it was corny, it reminded her to Just Keep Swimming.

When it reached the title screen she forced herself to get up off of the couch and go to the kitchen. She searched for the brownies and a glass of chocolate milk. And of course a big bowl of ice cream. All of the necessary foods to comfort someone and make them feel a little bit better. She pressed play and watched the movie from start to finish. Engrossed in every minute.