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Hey guys! I apologize in advance for the shortness and crappiness of this post. It really sucks but I guess I’m just not used to Claire yet. WELCOME CLAIRE. KAY KAY SORRY FOR THIS INSANELY CRAPPY POST. I HATE IT BUT WELL...I NEEDED TO GET SOMETHING UP. Comments and reviews maybe? PLEASE?
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Clarissa
Six thousand, four hundred and forty nine days. That was how many days I had been bound to my home. It was the number of days since I had been outside.
Nine hundred and twenty one weeks.
Two hundred and eleven months.
One hundred and fifty four thousand, seven hundred and seventy hours.
Nine million, two hundred and eighty six thousand, two hundred and thirty six minutes.
Nine million, two hundred and eighty six thousand, two hundred and thirty seven minutes.
In all that time, I had never stepped foot outside. Ever. I had never felt the touch of rain on my skin, the wind in my hair, the grass underneath my feet. Never once had I gone outside of my house, even though I wanted nothing than to leave. It was my mum who insisted that staying in my house was “for my own good. We’re not normal people. They won’t understand you.” What did that even mean?
I never got an answer from her for seventeen years.
Not until the night I finally left.
.: NOVEMBER 16TH :.
11:54 PM.
This is it, I thought, clutching my messenger bag to my chest. After seventeen years bound to the same house, I had finally gotten the courage to leave. My parents didn’t know, of course otherwise they wouldn’t have let me out of their sights ever again. They would probably keep me under lock and key for the rest of my life.
11:56 PM
Tiptoeing silently through the hallway, I slowly made my way to the large window at the north of my room. It overlooked the front of the house, all of its trees, all of its bushed and flowers and pavement. I wondered what it felt like to feel the concrete under my feet, to feel the wind on my face. Turning my head, I gazed at the window. It was locked, magically.
“Reserare,” I whispered, sliding my hand over the glass. A lavender coloured smoke like mist came out from my hand and coated the window. Just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished. A soft click told me my magic had done its job. The window was open.
11:59 PM
There was no turning back. Quickly, but as quietly as I could, I slid open the window. A soft breeze drifted into my room, hitting my face. I gasped quietly, an unfamiliar sensation finding its way throughout my body. It was better than I had ever imagined, so much more. I wanted - craved - more. I unrolled the escape ladder that was stuck to my window and swinging my legs over the windowpane, I began my descent.
12:00 AM
I was free. I was finally, finally free. The minute my feel collided with the ground, a loud, blaring sound entered my ears. I forgot about the alarm ward my mother had set up.
Uh-oh. Time to go, I thought before taking off in the direction of the road. Glancing behind me, I saw the lights in my house turn on. They were awake. There was no way I was going to make it running. Looking forward again, I caught sight of my mum’s purple Toyota Camry.
Sorry, mum. I didn’t pause to think before dashing over and sliding into the car.
“Verte,” I said, the familiar mist covering the car. A second later, the mortal machine roared to life underneath me. Clicking the seatbelt, I was thankful that I read up on how to drive a car.
“Goodbye,” And without so much as a glance behind me, I put the car into drive and left
.: TWO HOURS AND A COP CHASE LATER :.
After successfully avoiding two cops cars and buying a plane ticket, I was uncomfortably seated on the metal monster, flying more than a thousand feet above the ground. Curled up against the window, I had safely managed to avoid any contact with the mortals. No one was seated near me, save for an auburn haired boy who was sitting in my row. Strange, mortals.
It was an hour and a half flight to Germany and only an hour had passed before I felt a body press up against mine.
“Yo, what’s up with you?” A masculine voice asked. Suddenly, I was very uncomfortable. Turning my head, it was the auburn haired boy who was directly up against me. Heat rushed to my cheeks.
“U-Uh...I-I.....u-umm...” I couldn't say anything. Why couldn't I speak? Seconds of silence turned into minutes and then ten minutes passed by. Say something, you idiot! My mind screamed at me. Clearing my throat I looked at the mortal.
"H-H-Hello..." I finally stuttered out. The boy smiled, a gesture I never saw from my family.
"She speaks!" He gasped, pressing himself harder against me. Do mortals not have any sense of personal space or was it just men?
"C-Could you...n-not touch m-me? It m-makes me u-uncomfortable." I asked, my face growing in heat. He looked me in the eyes, disappointed but nodded, scooting over until there was a seat between us. I breathed a small sigh of relief. My comfort and personal space was everything to me. It was all I ever had.
“Soooo,” The boy said, drawing out the end of the word. “Why you heading to Germany?” He asked, clearing disregarding the fact that we didn’t even know each other. Mortals and their minds. I would never understand them. Maybe that was why mother kept be in the house for so long.
Or maybe it was because she thought I couldn't handle myself out in the world.
“Um....I-I’m...running a-away. I a-always w-wanted to g-g-go to Germany.” The boy nodded.
“The name’s Emery.” He told me, sending a wide smile my way.
“C-Clarissa....”
Emery spent the next half-an-hour talking to me about how Father Farely was annoying and stern and serious. He would always get in trouble at school, especially for snorting fun-dip. What was fun-dip? And what was snorting? Mortals confused me.
After we departed the plane, Emery sticking close to me like velcro, we finally went our separate ways.
Eventually I found a hotel and bought a room for the night.
During breakfast the next day, after meeting with a handsome man named Locke and being introduced into a ‘club’, I had met Emery again. This time, he knew to keep his distance. I was silently glad for that. Akira, who I assumed was the leader of the ‘club’ pulled me over to the side. She offered me a place among her family, and while at first I was hesitant, I finally agreed.
After I ate, I wandered the hotel. It was exquisite and phenomenal. I headed into the ballroom, where i found Locke, playing his guitar. What beautiful music echoed around me. Fantastic.
I was shattered because I left home.
I was saved because I found a home.
LA FIN
