K, here's your ride.
Get your petals out and lay them in the aisle
Pretend your garden grows,
And it's your own day to wed

Clare attended the little girl's funeral. She felt that it was the least she could do, as she felt a part of her was involved.

Clare had been home for a week and a half. She had stayed at that hospital for a month, slowly healing. They had managed to recover her knee and perform surgery and she would be able to use it when she got her prosthetic leg. If they hadn't saved it, she would have been to walk at the hip, a task that was harder than walking with the knee.

Right at this moment, though, she was on crutches. She would always have someone behind her, just in case she lost her balance. Eli was currently next to her, his head bowed in respect. Clare noticed this as she looked around, she could see people's eyes cast down, their head almost touching the floor, and she couldn't bring herself to it.

She could hear the whispers from the family members of the girl, both from her nuclear family and others. She shifted uncomfortably on her crutch. Upon hearing the lightest touch of fabric against rubber, Eli looked up, his eyes stained with worry. Clare wasn't usually that stable on her crutches. She smiled softly at him. She felt pressure build behind her eyes, and she started to notice how her vision started blurring ever so slightly. Great, she thought. Now I'm going to start crying, and people will look, and then they'll look at my leg and then I'll . . . I'll . . . before she knew it, she was already crying.

She quickly wiped under her eyes and tried to look presentable until she realized the situation at hand and a fresh wave of tear started cascading down her cheeks. She sniffed a little, and she noticed that Eli put a hand on her shoulder. She welcomed it; she craved it. She craved to be normal and not have any of this happen. She wished to be whole, that was the least she could offer Eli.

This signal interrupts
baby's frequency not strong enough
Remain in my hands and smile.
"We will miss you but in time you'll get settled
and we will write"

When Clare got home, she was built up with rage. She didn't know where it came from, nor did she know how to get rid of it. She could feel pressure in her head, and she found breathing harder. Her limbs felt the need to move, her voice the need to scream, her heart the need to hurt.

She crutched in her house, left with her mom and Eli. A little voice in the back of her head was sorry for them, as Clare made it her duty to focus her anger at them.

"Clare, could you get me the . . . oh, never mind." Her mother covered quickly.

Clare felt herself balloon up with rage, how could her mother do something like that. "What?1 What were you going to say?" She felt annoyed that her mother didn't continue her sentence, a habit she had never been bothered by before.

Clare's mom looked bewildered. She opened her mouth to speak, but her voice fell.

"What, I can't do things now? I can't help you or anything? Is it because I'm cripple?" Clare screeched.

Eli was the first to recover. "Whoa Clare, I'm sure she just meant . . ." he tried to cover, not able to finish his sentence either.

"Well that's just great, huh? Why don't you and Mom throw a party! You both can do things I can't ! Whoop-Dee-fuckin-doo!" Clare bellowed.

Now Eli was shocked. He had never heard Clare cuss, and when he did he was often scolded by her. He made his way calmly over to her and put his hand on her upper arm gently. She shrugged it off and folded her arms across her chest, forgetting she needed them for her crutches.

She fell backward, surprised, and hit the ground with a soft thud. She looked around in distress and let herself rack out some sobs. It was so unfair; she couldn't even stand without crutches anymore. She covered her face in her hands and Eli kneeled down to her, rubbing her back. "I-I'm so s-sor-ry!" she sobbed.

Eli nodded his head. "Of course. You just needed to relieve some stress. We will get through this, you know that, right?"

Clare looked up at him, her eyes wet and tinged red. "You think so?"

He nodded solemnly. "I know so."

Okay, so that was basically a filler chapter, sorry for the long wait, I'll have the next chapter up this weekend. Please review, it makes me giggle with glee!