Chapter 8

Claire's POV

I felt like I was floating. Like I was drifting away on a sea of nothing.

I looked up and saw stars, glittering, dancing.

This was a dream, I knew.

I tried to focus on reality, but my eyes felt too heavy, I couldn't move no matter how much I tried.

Giving up, I stared back up at the sparkling sky, how they pirouetted, how they glistened.

How perfect it was.

I suddenly felt something. Not in the dream, but in real life. I felt a warm breath, right above my face.

And then something touched my lips.

If I could have moved, I would have jerked back, but I remained stock still.

Someone was kissing me?

No. this was the dream. Definitely the dream.

Because it was too good to be true.

No one would ever kiss me.

Me.

I hate it when dreams are perfect.

Cause nothing is.

Nothing.

Shanes POV

I leant back and hovered over her for a moment. She was so beautiful.

OKAY, back up. Beautiful? I never say beautiful. It's always 'hot' or 'sexy'.

Never beautiful.

…but she was.

I heard footsteps and quickly sat down.

It was then when I noticed her arms.

My sudden confusion and euphoria was replaced by one of horror. My eyes widened.

"Hey, what was your hurry?" eve called as she entered the room, followed by Michael. "you missed what the doctor was telling us."

I shook my head, still staring.

"What?" eve came closer and fell silent.

I reached out and traced the lines after lines of red cuts on her arms. They were probably from the glass.

But some of them looked like they'd already started to partly heal.

"Shane?" I looked over and saw mikeys hand on my shoulder, while he looked at her.

"What did the doctor say?" I asked softly.

Eve cleared her throat. "Well, he said we ought to know that…um Claire has suffered possible…rape - for he doubted that she gave her consent-"

"She didn't" I spat out disgusted. They stared at me.

"Shane? Do you think, what with all of this I mean, that…she might be depressed? It's just I had a dream last night about-"

"I…I don't know Eve." I whispered, as I thought about the note.

I want to die.

Is that strange diary?

I want to die.

I shuddered and stared back at her face.

"Maybe we should get the police involved." Michael said quietly.

"no." I said back. "Not yet." Claire wouldn't want that.

And then I remembered something.

"Dude" I said severely.

"Yeah?"

"What the hell was up with the 'boyfriend' thing? The smirks? What?" I asked again infuriated because they were doing it again.

"Nothing." Eve said sweetly.

I shot her a filthy look.

"Look!" she gasped "Claire's stirring!"

I looked down at saw, she was right, Claire's eyelids starting to flutter.

"Claire?" I whispered.

"Mmmmm?" she murmured and then I saw her eyes focus. She jerked, startled and stared at us.

"w-what are you doing here?" she stuttered.

I exchanged looks with Michael and Eve. "You-you don't remember?"

She looked at me confused "remember what?"

I cleared my throat. "The…the glass?"

She stared at me for a few more seconds, before she blinked and a dark red flush appeared on her cheeks.

"Oh" she breathed "oh" she looked away.

"Claire" I leant forward, so our faces were close. I lifted a hand and turned her head towards mine.

"Who's doing this to you?"

She blushed more and tried to look away.

Just then the door banged open. Two people stood in the doorway. The man was very fat, while the woman looked sweet and fragile.

"My baby!" the woman shrieked and ran forwards to Claire.

A doctor appeared behind them.

"Mr. Collins, this is Claire's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Danvers."

DUN DUN DUHHH.

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