Feeling Safe
by blondie
cdiminyatz@hotmail.com
pairing: chloe/clark thoughts.
rating: PG-13 to be safe
*I don't own anything.I live in a box outside Wal-Mart*
*I don't know what is wrong with my uploading.I upload with no mistakes and then appears on the website with a lot mistakes-so give me a freaking break peoples.*
Slight concussion.
Go home.
Get some rest.
Don't fall asleep.
So I went home. I called my mom, she picked me up. I walked into my room and looked at my bed the way I look at Clark, with a great want even though I knew I couldn't have it. I did what little homework I had, plus the math problems that I knew I was missing. After that I just sat.
Sitting is.what you when you want to go to sleep.
I felt myself slipping.laying down on my bed.I was warm even without my comforter over me.sweet sleep was consuming my body and mind when.
RING.
I must have done something in another life.something major.been in on it with the snake and Eden or something.
RING.
That one got me off my feet. I walked over to the phone. I considering throwing it across the room. I wouldn't mind seeing it smash into pieces.then it would never ring again.
RING!
The last ring seemed much louder than the first two.
*Duh, Chloe. You are closer than you were the first two rings.*
I picked up the phone and held to my head, figuring that if I was tired enough, I could convince myself that it was a pillow.
"Hello."
Silence was my reply. I don't think I would have been as mad if the person had actual hung up on me, but they were there.I could hear breathing.and an annoying lack of a voice.
"HELLO."
I was much more awake now. I can only get so angry when I am sleepy. The anger I was feeling was more like me on about four Mountain Dews.
"WHO IS THIS?!"
Then they answered.
"Quite the fall you had today Chloe.you should be careful.accidents happen all the time.I'll see again Chloe."
The voice was chilling. It remained calm even with the between the lines threat I just said.too calm.
I stared into my mirror and just kept the phone in my hand.
I knew I wasn't going to try to fall asleep after that.
****
My mother's voice made me jump high enough to give myself another head injury.
"You want any dinner honey?" she asked in her soft spoken voice.
"No thanks Mom."
With that, she closed the door and I listened to her walk back down stairs.
I sat back on my bed and wrapped both my arms around my legs as tightly as I could. I tried to remember a time when I was this scared.
The fire, that had been worthy of a few nightmares., but it had been quick fear. The kind that caught you off guard and you had to deal with as it hit you. This wasn't quick fear.
The mass-murder.
The last sleepover Clark and I had had. Pete had to stay at his aunt's house for some reason. Clark and I were so mad at her that night.as Pete had also been.
Clark and I both decided to sleep outside in sleeping bags. No tent.
An older guy walked by us as we were talking outside. He was working on the farm for Clark's dad.one of his friend's son on or something like that.
He told us a story about a mass-murder who had escaped from prison earlier that day. He spoke like an aged story-teller.with the only light we could see of him coming off his light cigarette and the smoke he blew out of his mouth. He told us how the guy had raped and murdered over twenty little girls.and how the only way the cops caught him was when he turned himself in.
Then he just walked away. Mentioned that the guy had escaped earlier that day and then he just walked back into the house.
I was scared that night. Clark had been there. Something startled me and I grabbed him. I told him how scared I was and how I wasn't so sure about sleeping outside. He held me and told me that he wasn't going to let anything happen to me.
That was the last time I had been this scared. Clark had made me feel like I could have had a knife to my throat with the mass-murder's dirty hand wrapped on the handle, but as long as he was there, I knew nothing was going to happen to me.
Right then I wanted the reassurance. I wanted to feel that safe again.like I had in Clark's arms after the fire.
He made me feel safe. He made me feel giggly and clumsy and sometimes a little ditzy .but he also made me feel safe.safer than I had felt in a while.
With that thought as my determination, I went downstairs, said I was going out, and began my walk to Clark's house.
by blondie
cdiminyatz@hotmail.com
pairing: chloe/clark thoughts.
rating: PG-13 to be safe
*I don't own anything.I live in a box outside Wal-Mart*
*I don't know what is wrong with my uploading.I upload with no mistakes and then appears on the website with a lot mistakes-so give me a freaking break peoples.*
Slight concussion.
Go home.
Get some rest.
Don't fall asleep.
So I went home. I called my mom, she picked me up. I walked into my room and looked at my bed the way I look at Clark, with a great want even though I knew I couldn't have it. I did what little homework I had, plus the math problems that I knew I was missing. After that I just sat.
Sitting is.what you when you want to go to sleep.
I felt myself slipping.laying down on my bed.I was warm even without my comforter over me.sweet sleep was consuming my body and mind when.
RING.
I must have done something in another life.something major.been in on it with the snake and Eden or something.
RING.
That one got me off my feet. I walked over to the phone. I considering throwing it across the room. I wouldn't mind seeing it smash into pieces.then it would never ring again.
RING!
The last ring seemed much louder than the first two.
*Duh, Chloe. You are closer than you were the first two rings.*
I picked up the phone and held to my head, figuring that if I was tired enough, I could convince myself that it was a pillow.
"Hello."
Silence was my reply. I don't think I would have been as mad if the person had actual hung up on me, but they were there.I could hear breathing.and an annoying lack of a voice.
"HELLO."
I was much more awake now. I can only get so angry when I am sleepy. The anger I was feeling was more like me on about four Mountain Dews.
"WHO IS THIS?!"
Then they answered.
"Quite the fall you had today Chloe.you should be careful.accidents happen all the time.I'll see again Chloe."
The voice was chilling. It remained calm even with the between the lines threat I just said.too calm.
I stared into my mirror and just kept the phone in my hand.
I knew I wasn't going to try to fall asleep after that.
****
My mother's voice made me jump high enough to give myself another head injury.
"You want any dinner honey?" she asked in her soft spoken voice.
"No thanks Mom."
With that, she closed the door and I listened to her walk back down stairs.
I sat back on my bed and wrapped both my arms around my legs as tightly as I could. I tried to remember a time when I was this scared.
The fire, that had been worthy of a few nightmares., but it had been quick fear. The kind that caught you off guard and you had to deal with as it hit you. This wasn't quick fear.
The mass-murder.
The last sleepover Clark and I had had. Pete had to stay at his aunt's house for some reason. Clark and I were so mad at her that night.as Pete had also been.
Clark and I both decided to sleep outside in sleeping bags. No tent.
An older guy walked by us as we were talking outside. He was working on the farm for Clark's dad.one of his friend's son on or something like that.
He told us a story about a mass-murder who had escaped from prison earlier that day. He spoke like an aged story-teller.with the only light we could see of him coming off his light cigarette and the smoke he blew out of his mouth. He told us how the guy had raped and murdered over twenty little girls.and how the only way the cops caught him was when he turned himself in.
Then he just walked away. Mentioned that the guy had escaped earlier that day and then he just walked back into the house.
I was scared that night. Clark had been there. Something startled me and I grabbed him. I told him how scared I was and how I wasn't so sure about sleeping outside. He held me and told me that he wasn't going to let anything happen to me.
That was the last time I had been this scared. Clark had made me feel like I could have had a knife to my throat with the mass-murder's dirty hand wrapped on the handle, but as long as he was there, I knew nothing was going to happen to me.
Right then I wanted the reassurance. I wanted to feel that safe again.like I had in Clark's arms after the fire.
He made me feel safe. He made me feel giggly and clumsy and sometimes a little ditzy .but he also made me feel safe.safer than I had felt in a while.
With that thought as my determination, I went downstairs, said I was going out, and began my walk to Clark's house.