Little Clarissa was running around the grassy field with her fiery curls flying behind her. Her small hands opened and closed in front of her face, as if she was grabbing for something that only innocent eyes could see. She jumped for whatever it was and fell to the ground laughing.
Jonathan looked at her with so much adoration in his eyes from his bedroom window. He wanted to play with her, to chase the air with her, to laugh with her until the sun came down. All Jonathan wanted to do was spend his days with Clarissa. Yet, something was stopping him. Not his father, his mother, or even his sister. There was an odd feeling that he knew a little boy like him wouldn't understand.
"Jonathan, baby. Won't you come down and play with your sister?" A soft voice called out to him from behind.
He turned and saw his mother at the door with a small smile on her face. Jonathan's whole body suddenly shivered from happiness. Everything was weird and he didn't know why.
Jonathan giggled and ran to his mother. He hugged her knees and felt her soft hands pat his head.
"I feel weird, mom." Jonathan whispered.
Jocelyn took his small hands and led him out of his room. "Why is that? Are you sick?"
He shook his head and looked up at her. Her red hair swayed left and right which made him look at it in childlike fascination. They look so much like Clarissa's hair and far from his.
When they were near the staircase, Jocelyn paused to carry him. Jonathan laughed as his mother buried her nose to his neck. They slowly went downstairs with Jonathan's laugh and giggles echoing throughout the big house. When they reached the end of the stairs, Clarissa was coming in through the front door with dirt and grass all over her.
"Oh Clary, you ruined your new dress." Jocelyn reprimanded and put Jonathan down to tend to Clarissa.
As he watched his mother dusting his sister, Jonathan's surroundings suddenly blurred. He knew that the name 'Clary' was short for Clarissa, but it was like a distant and painful memory was creeping up on him. Hoiwever, he didn't know what that memory was. It was too far from him, too vague and too painful.
The world turned black and upside down as the the name 'Clary' repeated over and over like a broken record in his mind.
Thank you for reading!
Yep, I hope that made you confused because I'm also confused. I'm not sure where this is going but I swear the basis of this plot sounded so good in my head.
This is my first attempted TMI fanfic and also my first attempt at trying to tell a story using Jonathan/Sebastian's dark mind. I just find it so challenging...
Tell me what you think please. I would like to know your thoughts. Is this interesting enough to continue? Any suggestions?