fate :: clifford [discontinued]

Chapter 1

Chloe's POV

I walked to the doorstep of my cookie-smelling house and turned the knob, trying to avoid the kitchen. My mother worked at a bakery, so usually when I smelt something delicious I told myself to stay away. They're for costumers, not me.

I quietly walked in so that my mom wouldn't hear me and tell me to give her a hug and be tempted to dive into the hot tray of chocolate cookies.

"Chloe, honey!"

Wow, that worked in my favour.

"Coming!" I let out a loud sigh and flung my bag and sweatshirt onto the couch. I slouched into the kitchen and greeted my mother. "Hi mom."

The smell of cookies got stronger. Boy, did I want to throw myself at those evil cookie bastards.

"Hi Chlo! Want some cookies?" She wrapped her arms around me and I could literally feel her smile. She was excited, but I wasn't sure why.

"Wait, what? For me? Aren't they for-"

"I made some extra. Come sit." I agreed and sat excitedly at the table. My mom placed a plate in front of me with 8 chocolate cookies on them. My eyes immediately lit up and a lopsided smile plastered my face before I dug in. My mom could see my eagerness, so she lightly chuckled.

"Well then, how was your day at school?" My mom asked. She was probably getting bored with watching me down cookies. By now, I had eaten 5. I looked up at her with a smile that showed my gooey, brown teeth. My mom started loudly laughing, which caused me to, too.

"It was okay I guess." I answered after I forced the cookies down my throat while laughing, which took skill. I mean, has anybody successfully swallowed two cookies at the same time while cracking up? When I finished laughing, I let out a pointless sigh and started rambling again. "It sucked. School sucks. I mean, don't all kids hate school? It's like, you know what, nevermind." I laughed at my own awkwardness.

My mom raised an eyebrow, faked a smile and stood up. She walked over to the cabinets and took out baggies with her bakeries logo and bows on them.

"How was work?"

"Same old, same old," She sighed, but a smile still withheld her face.

"Why are you so excited?"

"You'll find out later," my mom winked and went back to placing the chocolate cookies in the bags.

"Yep. I'm gonna go do-" I started. I got cut off by my breathe getting uneven. I didn't know why, but I could hardly receive air, and I started hyperventilating.

My mom started panicking and ran over to me. She was feeling my forehead and shouting something that I couldn't understand. All I could hear was a chanting crowd yelling "Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!" I put my right hand over my heart, probably too dramatically. But all I could feel were death stares and people kicking and punching me. It had been like my elementary encounter of getting beat up, but not exactly. I felt like I was bleeding, and started to tense up. I felt my face for blood, and sure enough it was pouring out of my cheek. I fell off my chair and knocked over onto the kitchen floor which only hurt more.

And before I could process what was intensely happening, I was out cold.

*

"Is she okay?" I heard a woman whisper. I opened my tired eyes and saw it was my mom.

"She's fine. Whenever she wakes up, you can take her home. What exactly happened again, ma'am?"

"We were in our kitchen, and uhm, she started gasping and crying and-"

I opened my mouth and cut my mom off before she could finish listing the embarrassing story of me melting in my kitchen. "Mom?"

"Well look who's awake," a man in white said, "I'll leave you guys alone." He walked off and my mom immediately sat on the bed that I was laying in. I didn't even know I was laying in a bed until she sat next to me. I looked around. I looked at the white brick walls, the flowers in tall vases, the clock that read 11:11. It smelled horrible as well- I came up with the conclusion that I was in a hospital room. I kicked at the cardboard feeling sheets signalling I wanted to get out of here.

"What happened to me?"

She was trying to hold something back, which I didn't know what, until tears started slipping from her eyes. My eyes widened and I grew with fear. Seeing my mom cry was like watching my dad getting killed. It hurt. It was painful. Saying that swimming in a pool of knives was an understatement. I wiped away the thought before my mind started creeping into any details.

"Mom, what happened to me." I said, trying to choke back my worried tears as well. It came out more of a sentence though, as if I was demanding an answer. If she was crying then something obviously happened, and she was making me panic.

"The doctors thought it was a seizure, and nurses thought they were spasms. I don't know baby. How long has this been happening? You just get knocked out or you feel like you're getting beat up all of the time? You were screaming for them not to kill you, who ever th-they are." My mom was completely sobbing now, and I was quite embarrassed. I mean yes, this was a hospital and people cry in hospitals all of the time, but she was calling attention too much to us.

"I don't know mom." I tried to ease her. I bit my lip so that it wouldn't start to quiver. "Let's just get out of here."

My mom wiped away a last year and nodded. "Okay," she tried to smile, "Okay."

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A/N

okay first off I'm really sorry that this chapter is short & went fast! i needed to give you guys an intro thing & im just starting out lots of ideas & yeah.

the movie "In Your Eyes" will help unconfuse you. basically she feels what some other "kid" feels and he feels what she feels and impffsagjkksz

every chapter im going to likely put up a cute picture of Michael or Michael & the boys (:. im also going to ask you guys questions every chapter so yeah :))

question: are you a Calum, Luke, Ashton or Mikey girl ¿¿ i'm a Mikey girl hahah <3343