Post by Retta on Jun 2, 2011 4:29:57 GMT
okay. im not the best writer i understand that and this was/is my first ever attempt at a story. Help and suggestions are loved.
Yes Claire is/was a cutter. She is based off of past me. I was very lost and dark and always had my one rock (Declan [my friend Conner]) and best friend (Ben who you'll meet later [Seth my older brother])
Life was never pleasant for me. I never thought it could get any worse. With my luck, you never know. I could end up as a murderer wanted dead or alive, or be the star or my own horror.
I walked to the book store on the corner of my tiny town. It was the only place I could truly be alone except my dreams. Today, however was different, I would be going inside, finding a book, and sitting in my corner. I was meeting the one person I could tell anything to. Declan was standing on the curb, hands in his pockets. His dark brown hair almost looked black. It complemented his pale blue eyes perfectly.
Tall and thin Declan was perfect. I pulled my plugs out of my ears and shoved my iPod in my pocket. A smile crept over his face when he saw me. I hadn’t seen him in a while. He had gotten into some trouble at school and was suspended. He pulled me into a hug as soon as I was close enough.
“Hey there Claire,” He said as I backed away a bit.
“Hey Dec, I missed you, like a lot.” I said quietly.
“Missed you to bear, how you doin, are things getting better?” he asked. I froze and tugged carefully at the sleeves of my hoodie. I didn’t meet his eyes. I was to afraid to see his expression, his eyes. I heard him sigh. He must have noticed my hesitation. He grabbed my hand and pulled up the sleeve exposing the latest pink scar on my wrist.
“Claire, what the hell happened? You were doing so well.” I looked up at him and his expression killed me. Flat out pain. He hated seeing me like this, that’s why he was trying to help me.
“Shit, got bad when you left Dec. Aria knew it, they decided to give me hell. I could help it, force of habit.” I said shaking.
“Aria, Mia, and Jane are not worth your time Claire, they’re the ones with problems. Besides, I’m back now. We’ll work together okay?”
I had no clue what Declan saw in me that made him so confident that I could be helped. I was like a lost puppy. Kicked to many times and scared of the world. My looks didn’t exactly help. My jet black hair fell just below my shoulders, and my eyes were a mix of green and hazel.
I looked up at him and he brushed my bangs out of my face. The sight of Aria’s red Grand Prix made me snap into defense mode. What was worse was that she wasn’t alone. Her boyfriend Blaine was in the passenger’s seat. Declan tensed, this was his role. Protector. He played it well. Aria walked past use, glaring at Declan the entire time.
“Can we get the hell out of here now?” I begged.
“I won’t let either of them hurt you, and neither will Nicholi, or Ravin.” He said grabbing my hand. I closed my eyes and sighed. Ravin was my spirit guide, and Nicholi was Declan’s.
“Nicholi protected you that time you pissed Aria off. He protected you and Ravin, he could tell you weren’t strong enough to keep fighting, and neither was I.” He was right. I had pissed Aria off like a total idiot and it turned into a full blast fist fight, though Blaine didn’t play fair and had a damn blade. Me and Declan had both been beat to shit, but Declan got back up and kicked the living hell out of Blaine. It wasn’t the Declan I knew though. Nicholi had seen our weakness and had taken over.
Yes Claire is/was a cutter. She is based off of past me. I was very lost and dark and always had my one rock (Declan [my friend Conner]) and best friend (Ben who you'll meet later [Seth my older brother])