As Far As I'll Ever Get

Claire....Claire is all that is remembered. She ran, she hid, she has walls and she knows nothing more than what the hell is even happening at this moment in time. All these occurences of pitch black sight...it brings back memmories. Actually rather than memmories, its like film running in front of her vision playing out, even though its already happened. Then theres the shadow that alsways follows her...attatched to her feelings. Or theres the stranger that ruins her yet saves her, even though it will only bring torment. So many things to bring up but her little head cant hold it all. As she at the moment can only repeat everything right now...she is trying to start her story, and I am not letting her. How much longer can I protect....Now I've done it, No more white, but him. No! No! Stop! Poor Poor Claire I told myself. It was now pitch black and a new story had just arose but a new beginning hadnt just yet.