TITLE: Starting over
AUTHOR: Sara
Disclaimer: Not mine
SUMMARY: Claire's thoughts after Thomas leaves her
RATING: PG-13
CHARACTERS: Claire
NOTES:
I wrote this last night... Late last night when I couldn't sleep so if anything sounds odd that is why :) ANyways, read and enjoy!
He left her. That bastard really left her. After everything he told her, he promised her the moon and the stars but what she got was shattered dreamers and broken promises. Claire sat on her couch in almost shock; her eyes lingered towards the curtains. Those bloody curtains. Why the hell did she have to buy them? Well, Claire knew why she bought them. She was trying to fix up the flat but now, none of that mattered. Standing up, Claire walked over to the curtains and threw them against the wall screaming.
Shaking, Claire let out a cold empty laugh, one unlike her own. Throwing things felt… good. Looking around the flat for any trace of him, Claire spotted some pictures of herself and Thomas and grabbed the rubbish bin and began throwing the pictures in the bloody bin, not really caring how much she really loved the pictures. He ruined her life and Claire needed to get rid of him.
Then, her anger disappeared for just a moment when she spotted her favourite picture of them. Thomas blew it up and placed it on the wall, and memories flashed back to when she first met Thomas. Claire was only 17 and Tom was 20. He was dating her friend Anna but, that didn't stop them, they couldn't ignore their lust. After hiding their affair for almost six months, her friend found out and left Thomas. Soon after they began to officially date but, no matter how happy she was, Anna's fine words still haunted her. 'You will get what is coming to you.'
Claire laughed it off but now, three years later she realized that Karma was real and it hurt like a bitch. Snapping back into reality, Claire looked at the picture again and smashed her fist into the stupid picture, their happy faces shattering like her dreams and it took a few minutes for Claire to realize her fist was bleeding. Cursing, Claire went to the kitchen and grabbed a dish towel and put pressure on the wound and she took the small pieces of glass out of her fist. The thing that scared her was, she felt no pain.
Closing her eyes, Claire looked around their… no her messy flat and sighed but then she spotted them. Thomas' art work. His loves. Claire knew ho much that bastard loved to paint but that didn't matter right now. Slowly, a serene smile appeared on her face as she walked to the paintings and one by one, threw them out the window watching them smash with every drop. Every ounce of rage she felt was gone. But then, she felt it. A small flutter in her stomach and she felt it again. Her baby… this should be a happy moment. She should be grabbing Thomas' hand and letting him feel their baby kick, instead, she felt this alone and Claire began to cry again.
Walking over to her couch, Claire sat down and pressed her hand to her slightly bulge and she felt the baby kick again. Pressing her hand harder, Claire's cries turned into sobs as she rocked back and forth, and hummed the tune to 'Catch a falling star'. Her favourite lullaby as a child.
"I am sorry." She muttered to her baby. "I am so sorry…"