Claire POV

My eyes slowly opened and I blinked and glanced around, trying to figure out where the hell I was. It was pitch black outside and there wasn't even light from the moon.

What the hell am I doing outside in the middle of the night, especially in Morganville, lying on a cold, hard concrete floor?

I lay on the cold, hard ground, unable to move from the pain. My whole body ached and I felt so weak, my head was pounding.

Shane's probably freaking out right now, trying to find me, I thought, smiling to myself.

Just like that memories of what happened last night flooded my mind: going to the party, waiting for Shane, being compelled, kissed, raped, and drained.

Fresh tears stung my eyes as I remembered that Shane, my Shane , he abandoned me when I needed him the most, he left me there with that rapist, even though I screamed and cried for help, he left me. . My heart was scattered into a million pieces and that thought echoed through my mind. All I felt was betrayal.

I sat up quickly with a gasp and screamed in pure agony as a sharp pain stabbed me in the chest. Pain shot through my chest, hot, excruciating pain. Every breath I took only made it about ten times worse. The pain was unbearable. Tears slid down my cheeks as I sat there silently not daring to move or breathe, afraid that the pain would come again.

Steady breaths Claire, you can do it- I said to myself.

I peered down at my body to find the source of the pain and was shocked by what I saw. I was still wearing the dress from the party, but it was torn and caked with mud and my body was covered in painful cuts and bruises and worst of all... love bites.

ugh!… It probably won't go away for days.

I was drenched form head to toe in a sticky, red liquid- Blood, my blood. There was so much of it that I knew, if I didn't get medical attention soon, I could die from the blood loss.
I slowly and carefully brought my hand up to my neck, where the blood kept pumping out of me. I'm surprised that I'm still alive after all the blood loss.
I pressed my shaking fingers against the wound and tried to control the bleeding, but I knew my attempts were useless, as it continued to seep through my fingers and down my arm.
I looked around, taking in my surroundings and saw that he had left me in a dark alleyway.

Well, at least he'd had the decency to dress me after.

Suddenly, I remembered where I was and I struggled painfully, to my feet. I knew better than anyone that wandering the streets of Morganville at night, especially wounded, was a death wish and I had to get home.

Come on, Claire I told myself, slowly edging forward, wrapping my arm around my chest and clutching my neck tightly. I stumbled out of the alleyway and into the street, whimpering at the pain in my chest, clutching the wall for support.

A sudden wave of nausea passed through me and I leaned over a near trashcan, emptying my stomach into it. When I was finished, I stood, leaning over the trashcan for a few minutes, breathing deeply, trying to stop the spinning world. My eyelids were drooping and I felt extremely tired, but I forced myself to carry on, wary of any passing, hungry vampires.

It felt like an eternity when I finally reached Lott Street and the world was swaying dangerously.
I almost cried in relief when I reached the porch of the glass house.

Come on, Claire I told myself. Nearly there, Michael and Eve will help you...or...Shane

His name made the pain worse, I didn't know how he would react to this, if he would even speak to me, and to be honest, I wasn't sure I was ready to forgive him for what he did. I called his name, I asked for help, but he left me. Would he help me now?

I crawled to the door, with my hands clutching my stomach tightly. The world was spinning more vigorously now and I was sure I was going to pass out. Darkness threatened to take me, but I fought to stay awake but I was falling deeper and deeper into unconsciousness. I reached out to knock the door. The door opened on the second knock revealing a very worried Eve.

"I'm sorry", was all I said and I collapsed into Eve's arms. I could hear someone screaming, but soon the darkness consumed me and everything was peaceful.

Wasn't that amazing?! Isn't Claire Collins a great writer! I think so :) ADOPTED BY CLAIRBEAR97!