Written while I'm completely exhausted so please forgive me if it isn't too good. It's been forever since I've written a Clyrnin fic. Also it's kinda dark, so warning you now.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the poetic verses that came from nothingness.
Never knowing, Always waiting
Tell me darling, Curious
What awaits after death
Or rather how do we tell when death arrives?
She's waiting again, for the fourth time that week. She sits on the couch in the Glass House, elbow on the arm of it, resting her chin on her palm. Claire sighs as she checks her phone. Half past midnight and he hasn't returned. Claire sighs as she gets up from the couch and walks to the staircase, too tired and hurt to care anymore. As she takes the first few steps before she hears the door open behind her. She turns around to see Shane stumble in, drunk.
"Claire!" He hiccups as he stumbles to her, hugging her tightly. She can smell the sweat, shame, and a faint trace of females perfume on him. She wriggles out and without a word heads up to her room. She closes it silently and she hears Shane, the one she's supposed to love, curse as he goes to his room to crash. She gets to bed and for the fourth time that week, she cries.
She wakes up with a numb feeling in her chest. She grimaces before shaking her head and strips her clothes off. She puts on a pair of old jeans and a faded grey shirt. She puts her hair up and grabs her shoes and back pack, heading downstairs to the smell of coffee. She puts her stuff down by the door then heads into the kitchen to be greeted by Eve, her best friend.
"Hey CB!" She stops when she sees the red rim eyes of Claire. She gives a weak smile before handing her a mug of coffee. She had chosen the 'special' mug that had a kiss mark with fangs that says 'love bites'. Claire chuckles before taking a sip. "So got any plans today?" Eve asks, trying to cheer her up. Claire simply shrugs.
"Not really. Going to work soon and hope to stay there til late, take the portal home to avoid trouble." She says. A slight spark enter her eyes as she mentions work with her lunatic boss Myrnin. Eve smirks as she puts a few pop tarts in the microwave oven and sits at the table.
"So McCrazy still hasn't figured, ya know, that problem?" She mentions and Claire laughs quietly to herself. She shakes her head. They recall the time when Claire had some cotton candy and persuaded Myrnin to try some. When it melted immediately Myrnin was astonished. For a week he tested it to find it's properties and how it could melt so fast.
"I'm scared he'll work me to the bone today because of it." The two laugh as they talk for a few more minutes before the kitchen door opens again. Shane steps in, eyes dark and hung over. Claire immediately looks away before saying bye to Eve. As she exits the kitchen she hears Shane follow her.
"Claire wait, can't we talk about this?" He says, his voice hoarse from the evening prior. Claire puts on her shoes and grabs her back. She opens the door and looks at Shane. She looks away in disgust.
"No. We're over Shane." She say, choking back sobs she runs out the house and onto the streets. After two or three blocks she slows down to a walk and let's the sobs take over, blinding her from walking. Her heart breaking all over again.
Darling, You know I love you
Sweetheart hear my pleas
All you see is but a mere illusion
Open your mind, Your heart
And tell me what lies beyond life and death
She makes it to the alley when her sobs die down to nothing. She sighs as she walks down the narrow path and smiles softly as she sees the small shack a few meters away. She opens the door and walks down the hazardous stairs. She hears the clatter of glass and metals and the soft rustles of Myrnin's slippers against the wood floors.
"Ah Claire, you've arrived! I think I finally figured out the formula for-" He stops abruptly as she reaches the bottom step. In less than a second he's standing before her. She resists the urge to scream as he stares intently at her.
"W-What?" She snaps, clearly annoyed at his incessant staring.
"You reek of heartache and tears." He says bluntly. She rolls her eyes and pushes past him to his chalkboard filled with sloppy and disorganized notes.
"Gee thanks I feel better." She says sarcastically.
"Well I highly doubt that dear Claire for the stench hasn't gone away." He replies, walking up beside her. Claire looks at Myrnin in disbelief.
"Obviously." She says bitterly. Myrnin turns Claire so she's facing him. A serious expression on his face that makes Claire study his beautiful features.
"What's wrong Claire?" He asks. She looks away and shrugs.. "Did he break your heart again?" He asks and she looks at him shocked before a small smile crosses her face.
"So you said you found the formula?" She says, hoping to draw his attention else where. It works as Myrnin goes off into a ramble about the cotton candy and other formulas Claire could care less about. It felt nice to be distracted so she let herself get caught up in the whirlwind of Myrnin's world.
A few hours later, a box of doughnuts, and three long experiments later, Claire yawns and looks at her phone, 10pm and 4 missed calls from Shane. Claire packs her things as she yells to Myrnin that she's leaving. For the second time that say she resists the urge to scream as Myrnin appears before her, a few inches separating them.
"Myrnin?" She says weakly. His gorgeous brown eyes stare into hers deeply, before he hugs her. It was awkward and all muscle but she reciprocated it. Before he let's go he whispers in her ear.
"You're too precious to cry over a foolish male who can't appreciate you for your intelligent beauty. Don't let yourself down over him when there's someone to marvel you like the goddess you are." Claire was about to say something before the portal appears and Myrnin pushes her gently to it, disappearing in his room. She shakes off her spell of infatuation and walks into the portal. She thinks to herself that she might be falling in love with her boss, but she quickly shakes that thought away. Walking into the Glass House, she quickly regrets it. Claire sees Shane on the couch, tv off, and he turns when she walks in. She groans in frustration as he gets up to go to her.
"Claire! Where were you?! I've tried to reach you all day!" He exclaims, anger laced with worry in his voice. Claire shakes her head and walks towards the staircase before Shane grabs her wrist.
"Let me go Shane." She says sternly. He ignores this and holds on.
"Where were you? Gone off to screw your boss?" He says angrily. This makes her snap.
"What the fuck Shane! You go off four times this week to drink and come home smelling like sweat, shame, and other women and accuse ME of cheating?! No, I wasn't screwing my boss because I have more dignity and pride than you. I don't go screwing any whore while I have someone at home waiting for me!
Don't you dare try to blame this on me when we're both aware who did what. We are done! I mean it Shane! So leave. Me. Alone!" Claire screams and she yanks her hand out of his grip. She runs up the stairs and slams the door, crying silently into her hands. She feels all the pain from the past few weeks overwhelm her. Thoughts press into her head with each sob, making the dull ache turn into full on pain.
Take the blade, crimson love
Honey to a bee, it drives me closer
Take the blade, crimson love
And tell me what it's like
She rummaged through her drawers until she finds it. A silver box cutter that she found somewhere. She opens the door just a crack, her heartbeat speeds up rapidly as she sprints to the bathroom and locks herself in. She slumps against the walls as her eyesight blurs from the tears. She takes the blade and holds it to her wrists. She cuts slowly, making a gash across her wrist, under the veins. Scars litter her arms as she continues to create her beautiful marks. When she finished her third one she hears a banging on the door.
"Claire?! Are you there?! What's going on, I smell a lot of blood! Claire open up!" Michael yells as he pounds the door. Claire smiles as she cuts one more before hearing everything blur around her. The sounds, the senses going numb. Before she feels the unconscious take hold of her, she lays on the floor. She sees a pale hand punch a hole into the door but it barely registers in her mind. She smiles to herself as she feels her pain slip away.
Darkness, Numbness
Sweetheart there's nothing to fear
It may hurt but don't fade away
Grab my hand, let me bring you to life
Breath life to you, light your soul on fire
Let me give you a reason to believe
There's a life after death
She awakens slowly at first. The soft beeping of machines and soft snores fill the air. Claire looks around and notices she's in the hospital. Eve and Michael are asleep on the sofa in the corner of the room. She feels someone holding her left hand, and prays it's not Shane. She turns her head and sees Myrnin, head on the side of the bed, and one hand holding hers. She smiles to herself. She gently takes her hand out of his, and notices the heavy bandages on her wrists. She momentarily ignores them and begins to stroke Myrnin's hair, making him stir lightly. He wakes up and his eyes brighten to the sight of Claire awake. He moves slowly, as if approaching a fragile deer.
"Hey." She whispers, earning her a handsome smile from him.
"Hey.." he whispers back. He cups her face with his long slim hands and kisses her softly. An explosion of fireworks erupt between the two. But as soon as he came, he broke apart. "Don't ever leave me again." There was a slight desperation, a need that Claire was drawn into. Her heart ached and longed to see Myrnin smile like he did only a few hours prior.
"I'm sorry." She whispers and he nods.
"I know, now go to sleep, you need rest." He says and she complies. She knows he will be there when she wakes up.
Yeah bleh crappy I know but please review and tell me what you think. I decided to make this longer so I hope you like it. Please Review.