Drip. Drip. Drip.
The sound was clear and loud. One could have their attention elsewhere and still hear the interrupting noise. Clare Edwards was an exception. She didn't need - nor wanted - to have her attention elsewhere. Because when she sat in front of her bedroom window and watched the rain pour from the sky and dampen the earth, she felt numb.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
It was always good to feel numb. Then one wouldn't have the burden to deal with feelings. Clare Edwards wasn't one to deal with things nowadays. She avoided them like the plague. Emotions could be indeed known as something dangerous. They can make your insides feel a lot of different things at once. Some good. Some bad.
Clare Edwards wasn't willing to take that risk.
It was funny though, the 18 year old was never always like this. She used to be happy, good spirited and full of life. Nothing and no one could bring her down. Everyone knew that. That was why she was so well liked. Everyone wanted a friend whom can cheer them up and make them smile.
Everyone.
Clare knew she couldn't make everyone happy. She knew that. But it never stopped her from trying. And sometimes, trying too hard don't always lead to good outcomes…
She rethinks this every time, every time she sits in her simple chair, dressed in her simple clothes and looking out her simple window, to see the simple world….. But it wasn't always simple. No, the world was hard, cruel and rough. The only way to survive is to be realistic. Which means not everyone will be happy. Clare never realized that….
Drip. Drip. Drip.
She squeezes her eyes shut and clasps her hands together tightly, easing the tension that threatens to deteriorate her lifeless insides. She was finally feeling good(however she defined it)for a few days without any slip ups and she wasn't going to let that be ruined now.
Soon, the grip on her hands lost circulation and the numbing haze took over her body and she slouched in her chair. The rain was still polluting the earth and the sun was hiding. Clare liked it better when the sun was hiding. The sun was too bright. Too happy.
And now, Clare knows that happy is never a good thing.
Cryptic, I know. I was in Anthropology class the other day and we were watching a movie and it made me think of a story. This story will probably be the darkest out of all that I have ever written. It's also my first Third Person POV, so I hope I don't screw up on that. And don't worry, chapters will be way longer, its just this was perfect as it was. If I added more, it would seem sloppy and cluttered. Hope you enjoyed!
I do not own Degrassi.