Misery is my Company
They left me, left me in my own shallow mind to face the outside world alone. My friends, my friends that said they would protect me from harm's way ended up putting me there instead. I sat there staring at the clock, the same clock I had been staring at for 3 days now. Wishing, somehow missing this was a horrible nightmare that I would suddenly open my eyes and everything would be fine.
But that was the problem, nothing was fine.
The once lively house was dull and held a bitter field within it and then there was me, the famous Claire Danvers turned into nothing but a lifeless shell. A shell with no smile, no life, no innocence. I turned to look at the window where the sun normally shined through and use to bring a smile every time I woke up. But instead my eyes were diverted to a picture of me and Shane.
The once love of my life that betrayed me with my ex-friends. Amelie had given them a choice after the Draug had been defeated that they were allowed to leave and never come back or stay with me and never leave, they choose to leave. Amelie was just as shocked as I was when they had chosen they would rather leave this horrid dump then stay with me.
I remember crying that night, that week. My soul was hollow just like my mind and body. Frank, Amelie, Myrnin and even Oliver had tried to cheer me up but my life had no meaning to it anymore. What was the point of living if you couldn't live with the people you love; spend it with the people you love. Life was not worth living without people to share it with you.
That's how I got to where I was now, sitting on the couch looking at the clock holding a gun between my hands. Watching as the minutes tick by ever so slowly. I took a deep breath when the clock finally said 12 and placed the gun firmly within my mouth, letting silent tears run down my face as I squeezed the trigger.
Then the strangest thing happened
I heard the bang but felt no pain. I finally got the courage to open my eyes seeing a clocked man in front of me holding the gun within his grasp. "Ah sweet little Claire, it's been awhile I missed you" the man's voice sounded familiar but his face did not match his voice. The voice sounded like a middle aged man where his appearance looked barley 21 "Who are you" I asked, the man smile somehow got wider as his eyes bored mine.
"You have forgotten me so quickly Claire, I'm hurt" the man said placing his hand upon his heart in mockery. Claire was not in the right stage of mind right now and mockery was not making things any better. "Just tell me who the fuck you are, or get out of my house" Claire said sternly with only caused the man to laugh even more.
"Oh Claire let me give you a hint. I really didn't like it when Myrnin destroyed my body with whatever blasting machine he incinerated me with. But he failed in killing my soul, no thanks to the book I had remembered a way to separate my soul from my body so when Myrnin incinerated me he didn't actually kill me. So I found a new and younger body to be my host" Claire was frozen, she couldn't believe he was back there was no way that couldn't be possible, she watched him turn to ash. "You can't be that's not possible" she said shaking on the couch fearing of what the man was going to do with her "Oh Claire but it is, So how has my lovely daughter been after she defeated Magnus" but it was true no matter how much she wanted to deny it, it was true.
Bishop was back.