AN: Heya, so Smallville's been getting pretty good lately where Chloe is concerned and I've been wanting to write something for ages, but never really got round to it with revision and schoolwork and stuff, you know how it is! :) but anyways after watching an episode I just had to start writing and this is what i came up with..
Shattered
"Jimmy…it's me, Chloe. I know you're angry…and you don't want to talk to me but…it's been four weeks now, and I'm- I'm really worried about you…please could you just, just let me know if you're okay…"
Chloe snapped shut her phone and sighed. It was raining again. Hard. Just like the night her world was shattered. The night Jimmy left.
The days since that night had passed so slowly.
The morning's, she spent as dependable, never-faltering Chloe. Helping Clark with any paranormal predicament he was in, counselling Lois in affairs of the heart and generally getting knee deep in other people's problems in a desperate bid to forget her own.
The nights, Chloe spent co-ordinating life-threatening missions from the safety of Isis as 'Watchtower,' the fifth member of the Justice League. At some points during operations she'd have Victor, Bart, AC and Oliver's lives in her hands. Pressure like that made her forget everything and focus strictly on what she was doing.
Then she'd be alone, and the pretence Chloe tried so hard to hold up everyday would fall down and tears would fall with it. The silence brought with it memories that Chloe would rather not relive. Jimmy…Her wedding day…Black Creek.
Some nights she'd just lie in her bed, her memories rattling in her head, until her dreams consumed her. Other nights she'd sit in front of the TV with a bottle of something strong that left her head throbbing the next morning. There were some nights though - when she felt especially low - that she'd call Jimmy. Tonight was one of those nights.
Chloe had left Jimmy dozens of messages. He never called back.
Honestly, Chloe never expected him to. A part of her didn't want him to, but a big part of her did. A part of her didn't even recognise herself in the mirror. A part of her wanted to stop trying and give up, but thinking of the people that needed and depended on her encouraged her not to, even though she felt herself getting weaker and weaker by the day.
Jimmy had been the string that Chloe used to help hold all of those parts together. As much as she hated to say it, she had used Jimmy.
Now he was gone, she had no one to rely on. Now all Chloe had, was a bunch of people relying on her. Now, all that was left was this.
Chloe wrapped her arms around herself, holding herself together; no one else was going to.
AN: Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it :)