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Quickly, Claire is an original character I made in Freeing The Angels.  She's a friend of Jessie and Jonny.  This takes place after The Brotherhood but before Be Still.  Confused?  It's okay.  It's only temporary.

I do have a web page.  Come by and visit.   I had a mini vacation and created some Quests skins for my SIMS.  Bored?  No.  Obsessed.  But I'm doing much better now.    

NOTE: I've intentionally created spacing for certain words.  There's a reason for this.

This is currently an unfinished piece.

When Jessie Fell

By

Irene

            Claire was walking.  She was soaked straight through.  Layers of clothes clung to and were pasted on to her.  She looked up the street.  It was night.  The moon was full and not a cloud was in the sky.  Ice was on her skin but she kept walking.

            Truck

            Lights

            Rope

            Silence

            She was supposed to be somewhere.  Was that why she was walking?  The gravel cut her feet.  Where were her shoes?  Claire stopped and watched the wind whip through the trees.  She watched the silver covered branches heed to the breeze.  She noticed the world didn't make any sound.  She tried to clear her throat.  No sound would come.  She kept walking.

J E S S I E                                                               S e c o n d s  d r a i n e d  y e a r s  o f f  h e r  l I f e

             'Be careful with yourself.'  That's what they say to you.  What the hell does that mean?  Do I look like the type that would jump off a bridge?  Be careful.

              My best friend's body was found in a creek, but I'll be careful with myself.  So strange to say. 

                             RULE: Apostrophe to show possession.  C- l – a – i – r  APOSTROPHE s  body.

            Unbelievable.

            What?  Oh- right.  The moment.  Dad told me.  Big manly man, tackle a bear, take a bullet . . . his voice cracked.  To tell the truth, I was sort of annoyed.  I was reading a Joyce Carol Oats interview and dad interrupted.

            Then he said it.  Can you believe that I couldn't believe?  Stupid.  But I didn't.  Words like that shouldn't come out of my father's mouth. 

            "Claire has been murdered,"

            Seconds.  Seconds crawled across the floor and drained years of my life. 

            Nothing seeped in.  I was draining out. 

             I was involved in my reading, in schoolwork I had to finish and now I was gutted and nothing mattered.  Those few seconds ran up the wall and then crashed down on me.  It crushed my bones and sucked out all of my air.  My vision went.   Just briefly.  Like when you stand up to quickly, only I wasn't standing.  I was on the floor.

             "I'm so sorry Jessie,"

             That's what dad kept saying.  His words are still in my head.  I looked over to Jonny.  He didn't move.  He just looked at me.  Eyes glazed.  I wanted to shake him.  I wanted him to do something.  I wanted him to get angry.  I wanted him to lash out.  I wanted him throw something.  I wanted him to be more then this.

             He didn't do a thing.  He just sat there the seconds flowing around him and running off like rain.