Alone

Chapter 2

Claire's POV

I was shaking all over. I couldnt breath properly. I walked down the street on my own as my thoughts swam around my mind. I told Shane that I'd take a cab but I couldn't. I had to think. I had to sort myself out before I went to...

Went to identify my parents bodies.

It couldnt be them. It just couldnt. My dad doesnt exactly drive like a maniac, neither does my mum. So how could they get into a car crash? Obviously it may have been an accident but... it just couldnt be them. I knew it.

My parents where probably at home right now, with no idea that I was about to look at random dead people that the police thought were them. My dad was probably sat on the sofa watching Jeremy Kyle whilst my Mum was making dinner in the kitchen singing to a Kelly Clarkson chart topper. The usual.

Before I knew it, my thoughts took away time. I was stoof the morgue which was a fifteen minute walk from Pete's house. It only felt like a few seconds.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. I dont know why I was getting so wound up about this. It wasnt even my parents. Although my body was shaking with fear, my mind telling myself to be calm. It wasnt them. It couldnt.

As I got to the desk at the entrance of the morgue a middle aged woman was sat looking down at some paper as she signed them. 'Name?' She said without looking up.
'Um..' I couldnt get my voice to work, I just stared at the woman. When I didnt speak, she looked up and raised her eyebrows before repeating, 'Name?' With a bit more of a fierce tone.

'Claire.. Danvers..' The woman flicked threw some stacks of paper, in the 'D' section. She twirled back round to me before picking up her pen again and signing more papers. 'ID.' She says simply.

I rumage through my bag to find my MIT student card with my information on it. The woman took a quick glance before pointing to a small waiting room in the corner. 'Wait over there. An officer will be with you shortly.'

Well, she was rude. I thought to myself. I sigh and put my ID back into my bag. As I walk over to the waiting room, I notice there isnt a lot of people here. I sit in the corner, getting a good view of everyone there. There was an old man, with a long grey beard sat opposite, staring at me with too much please in his eyes. That creeped me out. A lot. There was a teenage boy, maybe 18 or 19 sat on the other side of the waiting room. He was twiddling his fingers and taking in deep breaths. There was a young woman, maybe in her twenties sat with her legs crossed on the seat, scrolling through her phone. No one else was here, which was weird. If this old guy makes a move on me, there's not many witnesses. Crap.

'Claire Danvers?' I hear a male voice say from beside me. I look up to see a man, that weirdly looked a hell of a lot like Richard Morrell in a police uniform. I stand up and grab my bag. The man smiles softly before saying, 'This way.'

He leads me to a small door in a darkened corridor, creepy. He opens the door and walks inside, gesturing me to follow him. As I get into the room, I catch my breath. There were too bodies on two different stretchers with white blankets covering them both.

The man puts his hand on my back as he looks into my eyes. He was a handsome man, but I didnt take in his features that well. Bit busy.

'You okay?' He says softly. I swallow my breath and nod. Not them. Its not them.

'Okay so, I have to ask this to everybody, do you know what your parents look like?'
'Of course I do.' I frown.
'So you have seen them in the last six months?'
'Yes, I saw my dad says ago.' I say. The man nods and walks over to one of the bodies. I felt my heart rate increase as he took hold of the white sheet.

'You ready?' He asks. I nod. He pulled back the sheet the reveal the face of the dead body.

I scream.

My fathers face was burnt. Not just a little sunburn. But it was crisp. A huge chunk was taken out of his forehead with dry blood drizzling out. I couldnt help but let a cry escape my mouth.

'Do you reconise this as you're father, Claire?'
I couldnt speak. I just stared at the body infront of me. It was him. It was my dad... lay so still... so silent.

'I...Is he okay?' I mumble. The officer looks at me as if I were stupid.
'He..he's dead, sweetheart.' I let out a cry and turn away to bury my head in my hands. couldnt look anymore. My head hurt from the amount of feels running around my body.

'Thats you're father then?' I nodd silently as tears fell from my eyes. I couldnt turn around. My body was shaking with pain.

'Claire...' I hear the officer say. 'Is this your mother?' I shake my head. I couldnt turn around, I couldnt face the truth.

'Claire?'

I knew I had to look.

I slowly turned around and took my head out of my hands. I walk over to the stretcher to find my worth fear.

My heat broke. Both of my parents were lay dead infront of me. 'Is she?' The officers says.

Tears were streaming down my face. How did this happen? One minute I was laughing and joking with Shane... next Im stood infront of the bodies of my dead parents!

'Claire, its okay to be upset.' The man says as he puts his hands on my shoulder. I shrug him of violently and take a step back before saying through my sobs, 'I have to go.'

I run out of the room and through the dark corridor which didnt phase me at this moment in time. I ran through the waiting room where I could feel the old mans eyes on me, I didnt care. I ran past the hag at the reception desk who watched as I ran.

I ran out of the doors. I couldnt cope anymore. I couldnt cope without my parents support. I couldnt cope with life. I ran. I had no idea where I was running too but I had to get away. I ran as fast as I could.

Hey, Im sorry for not updated for ages! Ive been really busy lately with a lot of stuff but hopefully I will be updating a lot more frequently from now on!
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