BradlyyJo: Glad you liked it!

ILoveMe6133: The incident was that while Clare was jumping off the tracks, the train hit her (and her hair was caught underneath the wheels) because she was too close-not pretty.

It was a little hard making this chapter, since it's mostly a fill-in, but next chapter is going to be better (I promise!). I also am planning on going back to my previous stories and getting updated chapters for them, so there may be a new chapter for this in one day, or one week.


Clare's eyes squinted in disgust as she felt the damp grass surrounding her, caressing the skin that was shown. It wasn't the most comforting thing in the world to experience, but there were other things that could beat the disgust of waking up damp and cold.

Her head still hurt, demanding her to stay down in the trench. Clare happily obliged, knowing that she could rest in peace after several days of starvation and dehydration kicking in. Each time the train passed by, Clare cowered in fear and sent herself deeper into the trench. She had never thought that the trench could be so deep, but she had already been fooled enough lately.

"I'm moving."

The words cut through Clare like a knife. All of her willpower was suddenly gone as she watched Morty sluggishly roll out of sight with her love in the driver's seat.

Clare didn't want to cry. Her breathing was already unsteady as the memory of yesterday's incident replayed in her head, over and over again. She didn't know whether the verbal or physical pain was worse; they were at a fair tie.

The sun was in the distance, its warm rays lightly touching her face in a way she hadn't recognized in a long time. It was pleasant; the feel to be needed once again. But all too soon, clouds started to cover the warmth on her face, leaving her with a cold complexion.

Clare didn't know who she was anymore. Her features felt different; she hadn't looked in a mirror for weeks. Was she still the beautiful Clare Edwards she had grown up to be, or had she turned into a suicidal copy of Darcy Edwards?

She wasn't sure.

Clare lightly patted her pockets as to not disturb her head, noticing that she didn't have her cell phone on her. That was bad sign number one. Clare had always brought her cell phone everywhere she went, but lately she had been leaving her household whenever she chose, and coming back home the same way.

The alert of the train come once again, sending Clare to hyperventilate. She couldn't fear for her life every hour or so; she would have to attempt to move. She slowly brought her arms in front of her limp body, pulling herself upwards as hard as she could. The process made her gasping for air, sending contractions in random parts of her back. The pain was unbearable for one thing; the whole reason why was another.

"Just don't be stupid while I'm gone; one day I would like to see your shinning bright blue eyes greet me in the same old way."

Clare shook her head. She didn't want to wait for what seemed to be like a forbidden love. She needed love now.

Within several tried, Clare proceeded her attempt in getting up. Only to be sent downwards again as the train passed by and her head's heaviness. The acceleration of her heartbeat was almost immortal; she attempted to get up again after the train was long gone.

Instead of climbing up to the tracks, she climbed the other way; a colorless forest ahead of her. It seemed to show her emotions fairly well; she was too, emotionless. But it was the eloquence of it that made her seem unbearable to be away from. The forest felt the same way, sending Clare signs of "come to me" and "this is your home".

The forest would've scared Clare if she hadn't gone through all she had. She took an unsteady step forward, her legs still unstable. She leaned forward for a branch to help her balance herself while she walked.

The place was unfamiliar to Clare, letting her curiosity and imagination go wild; she had never seen something as beautiful as this. No one else would see what Clare saw in the beauty of the trees and their soft requests.

Was she going insane?

"Come on Clare! The whole world is full of new doors, dying to be opened."

Clare didn't believe that at all; the doors were never urging someone to open them; it accidentally would happen. Clare's curiosity would get the best of her at most times, and she couldn't help but follow the path she started.

Clare searched for hours in the forest, trying to understand what "door" there was that remained here. Her frustration was starting to get the best of her as she sat down in one of the openings, burying her face into her hands.

"Why me?" she mumbled into her palms, and she knew that she would never get an answer. God had chosen this course for her; she just didn't understand why. She had tried to be perfect for so many years, and at most times it worked. She was the replacement of Darcy Edwards in her parent's eyes, wasn't that what she had wanted to be?

She was too caught up with wanting to be someone that she forgot who she was. Maybe that was why Eli had left her; she was just another duplicate.

Clare Edwards wasn't going to cry. Clare Edwards never cried.

But then again, who would care?


Adam was searching for her. The mysterious Clare Edwards had been missing for days now, not even bothering to give him an answer as to why she had left suddenly. Adam knew that this had something to do with Eli's departure, which made him not able to pick up his phone when his best friend called. What would he say to him-"Oh hey, Clare's missing"? That would create even more chaos.

He understood that Eli had to leave, and he couldn't tell Clare why. Eli had made him swear to secrecy that no one would ever find out why he had left. But how much longer could Adam go with this? He had promised Eli many things before, only to be left in dire consequences.

Adam scoffed; Eli couldn't see his true mistakes in his promises. When Clare found about why Eli had left, she would never trust her two friends ever again. Was it even worth it to lose her trust? Adam had grown apart from Clare since she had been getting into life or death events. The rock climbing incident had scared him to no end.

More importantly, Adam had to find Clare; Eli would kill him if he let anything happen to her.

His phone rung once again to the familiar tune of Dead Hand. Adam sighed; it was going to be a while to get rid of the constant calls from his best friend.


Now, do we like Adam's partial POV at the end? It was just something different that I wanted to try.

Also, I'd love to hear what you think Eli's secret is ;)