Warning: rated M for violence, gore andpossible sexual content and drug abuse.
Authors note: Hello everyone. This si a Claudia fanfiction and I hope you will all enjoy it. If you are a very serious Claudia fan, you may not enjoy what I believe may have happened in her childhood. Lets all keep in mind this is fanFICTION and we are allowed to think what we want. Don't be alarmed by any errors, I'm very politically incorrect sometimes and make grammer errors. if you can't deal with this, walk away now. I just hope you don't. I hope everyone enjoys this because I've worked hard on it. If you like it, review and tell me why, if you didn't, tell me why and make sure these are fair reasons. if I get a review along the lines of "This is crap!" without reason, I will simply dimiss it.Scars of the Past
There she sat. Darkness surrounded her in the small corner of peaceful silence. She was drinking in the bitter sweet taste of being alone in her room. She was alone a lot as a matter of fact. Her palled, freckled skin clashed with her high school uniform she was to wear everyday this upcoming fall. She decided to try on the uniform to see how it fit. She thought it was rather nice looking on her. The red plaid skirt fell perfectly around her legs. The blouse was white and although it looked horrible with her skin tone, she loved that colour. The colour of purity.
She was currently on her summer break. She hated summer break, it only meant more time to be spent to achieve nothing at her boring house aside from reading the bible her father supplied from the local church. She sat emotionless, her knees up to her breast as she gazed into the oblivion of her opposing wall. She cradled her knees in her delicate palled arms. Her ice blue eyes were only obstructed by a minor individual strand of silvery blond hair. She blew the hair out of her eyes. She cherished the darkness, she also loved the silence. It made up for all the hurtful sounds her ears captured over the years. Ugly, stupid, bitch, freak of nature. Those were only a few words rumbling about in her morbid mind. Those people were happy. How can happy people be so cruel? I guess when you have everything, you like to laugh at the misfortune of others. She thought averting her eyes to the wooden floor.
She was never a happy child. She only enjoyed few things in life: reading the bible, reminiscence of her better days, pretending to be your average 15 year old and sitting alone in the dark in deep thought. She was in very deep thought at this very moment. She was remembering a dream she had the previous night. Her goddess was in a sparkling ball of light telling her she would be the one. She was the chosen one, only she could save them all. She leaned her head back against the wall and thought. How could she accomplish that, she had no idea what it meant. Suddenly her brilliant icy eyes shot towards her doorway. She felt something was going to happen. What could it be? Ah yes… Him again. She thought as the voices in her head warned her. "Claudia! Get down here!" called out the angered voice of her father, Leonard Wolf.
Claudia snapped out of the deep thought she was in. A shiver crawled down her tender spine, not from the terrifying voices she heard when she was in deep thought, but from that haunting voice that just called out. Her father. A word most children thought of when someone mentioned hero, or parent. Father was a word that came to mind when she thought of the words, horror and pain. "Yes father!" She replied as she stood up.
She straightened her plaid skirt and proceeded down the old creaky steps of her and her fathers house. To her, this wasn't a home. "A home is where the heart is." was a line she's read in a novel once. It was impossible for her to find that perfect house. She didn't even think she possessed a heart. She only felt a few things in her life. Love wasn't one of them. Fear and anguish was her most common feelings. Fear was about the sneak up on her any moment after she rounded the corner of the stairwell. Claudia walked into the kitchen to see the back of her tall fit father. "You wanted to see me?" She asked in her shy voice.
Leonard turned to reveal the calm expression Claudia always felt relieved to see on her fathers naturally angry face. " We're out of Grocery supplies. Take this list and my twenty dollars and go buy what's on that list." He grumbled, scratching his silvery blond scalp.
"Yes father." She said picking up the list and cash sitting on the table in front of her.
He took a glance at his curious daughter as she examined the list. "What are you wearing?" He questioned with a look of disgust spreading across his face.
Claudia looked up with a start. She was puzzled but didn't question him. "I-its my school uniform." She replied gripping the bottom rim of the skirt.
He clenched his jaw with disapproval. "What have they got students wearing at school? Go take that thing off. I won't have you walking around town like a prostitute." Leonard replied in a snaky tone.
Claudia looked down at her plain white buttoned up blouse and felt depressed. She thought she looked like a normal girl when she wore her uniform. By normal, she meant like a happy carefree girl with a nice family and a nice cozy house. "ARE YOU GOING TO STAND THERE ALL DAY? GO!" He snapped, breaking her out of her daze.
She gasped quietly and shook her head. She turned around and headed up the steps with the list and money in hand. She hated leaving the house. All the annoying kids from her old elementary school would eventually have to see her. She hated people who made fun of her. She always felt alone when a person would confront her and tease her. She felt as though nothing in the world could stop her from feeling the loneliness of being different. She walked into her dark bedroom and pulled the blinds up so she could see the light. She squinted as the intensity of the sun met her pupils. She turned around, blinking three consecutive times to see past the spots the light tattooed in her eyes. She walked to her dresser and opened it. A long purple skirt caught her eye. She pulled it out and laid it neatly on her perfectly made bed. She closed that drawer and opened one containing her summer shirts. She pulled out an elegant light purple shirt. It was wrist length and sheer. She felt a smile pull across her bored looking face. This shirt was her mothers. It had been hers since her mother had died when she was only five. She never knew the details of how she died, but it had been some kind of freak accident. Her mother was beautiful in so many ways. She had thick blond hair and sea blue eyes Claudia wished she had instead of her fathers icy blue eyes. She would always be concerned when Claudia did so much as scuff her foot too hard. Claudia's mother always sung her a lullaby to sleep. Claudia loved her voice more than anything. Her scent was always the same. It was the scent of Lilacs and lavender. Claudia breathed in the shirt as though expecting to smell her mothers scent. She could only smell her normal laundry detergent she used in the washing machine. Claudia laid the shirt on top of her skirt. She pulled her white blouse over her head and allowed it to pile itself untidily on the floor in a ball. She pulled the light purple shirt over her head, messing her hair at the back. She slid the skirt off and replaced it with the floor length one instead. She neatly put her school uniform in its own drawer. She picked up the list and money and headed out the door for the market area.
She walked down the street humming quietly. She watched as some people from Midwich Elementary walked by. They were the most beautiful girls at school. They gave Claudia the cold shoulder and made sure she knew how much of an outcast she was. Claudia let the blond locks cover her eyes. She hated the looks she received all of the time. She wished they wouldn't be given to her. She walked alone along the street finally. She was nearing the market. She was happy it was a sunny day, but she knew she was going to get sunburn. Claudia stopped to look inside the window of the antique store. She liked some of the items inside. She's always wanted a lamp from there. She smiled slightly as she spotted it. It had stained blue glass on the lamp shade and the rest of it was gold. She knew if her father ever knew she wanted it he would more than likely hit her. She let her face fall into a sad expression again. She continued to walk along the street.
She squinted as she turned the corner. The light began to glare into her pale eyes. Claudia decided to speed up her pace as she saw some of the football players at her school walking nearby. They were drinking cold slushies to beat the heat. Claudia felt panic in her heart. She knew something was going to happen again. Claudia watched as one of the boys had the expression of realization to who she was. A horrible smirk grew on his face. He eye widened. "Hey, Jimmy, it's Claudia Wolf." The one boy said.
The one who Claudia guessed was Jimmy looked at her with a smug face. "Well, well, we haven't heard from you in ages. I suppose we shouldn't be so rude. It's a hot day after all. We should let you cool off. What do you say boys?" Jimmy asked.
Claudia knew something bad was about to happen. She didn't know exactly what she was about to experience, but she found out fast, just as the slushie Jimmy was carrying flew onto her face. Claudia made a scream from shock. "That's much better, isn't it?" Jimmy laughed as she tried to wipe it off.
"No, please stop!" Claudia tried, but it was too late.
The other boys began to throw them at her. One hit her in the stomach, another on the shoulder. Just when Claudia thought the torment was over, the final boy stepped closer to her. She shook slightly with fear. He stuck a finger in the low collar of her shirt and poured it down. The boys kept walking and laughed.
Claudia wished she had done something. She felt pathetic. She began to cry. She sat on the nearest step. She began to weep.
After a few minutes she collected herself and walked the rest of the way to the market. She was sticky but it was the least of her worries. She walked into the fruit section. She looked at her list. She was to buy some apples, bananas and grapes. She decided to get those first before getting the vegetables. She picked up a basket and began placing some apples into the bottom. She was ever so careful to not bruise them or damage them. She picked up two vines of grapes while she waited for the people in front of the bananas to go away. She looked over the fruit to see a boy sitting on some steps nearby. He was deep into his book. She had one leg crossed over the other, his book sat on his lap as he bent over to read it, his hair hung low in his face and he was biting his nails on his free hand. She stared for a minute before proceeding on. She guessed he was new to the town, or he was a tourist. She walked over to the banana bin and collected six bananas. She quickly walked over to the vegetable stand and began to collect the next items on her list, carrots and green beans. She placed everything carefully into the basket. She made sure she didn't hurt any of her food. She paid for her food and decided to go on back to her house.
She looked over at the boy. He was still sitting there, reading his book. She smiled at how peaceful he was. She wished she could be at peace for one day of her life. She decided to stop wishing for the impossible, and continued home.
