Cpov

I was standing in an alleyway. I can barely see my hand in front of my face its so dark. I'm stumbling about and I cant tell which way is up or which way is down. Everything is lopsided, and I'm convinced that the cop who tried to make me walk in a straight line earlier was crazy. Obviously the line was crooked and that's why I couldn't do it. I'm not drunk, I don't get drunk. And then suddenly with a burst of color everything changes, the moon is out and I can see. I'm still in the alleyway, but I'm not alone. I see her...

No! I will not think about that! It's too freighting. I have done a good job at blocking it form my mind during the daylight hours, I just need to conquer the night hours and I will be good. If only my subconscious would stop reminding me. I mean I've already lived it, no need to relive it over and over again. I turn my head and look at the clock. 9:00 AM. I have and hour and thirty minutes to get ready for work and be there on time. Most people would happily roll back over and sleep for at least thirty minutes, and don't get me wrong I wanted to, I just couldn't. I was too afraid I would see her again. Her terrified eyes pleading for me to help her... I shook my head, trying to get the thoughts out of my head. I really need to stop thinking about her. I'm going to give myself (more) bad dreams. I nearly jumped three feet in the air when my phone started to ring.

"Hello?"

"Clare, Clare is that you?"

I rolled my eyes, I mean, who else would it be?

"Yes its me mom. What do you need?"

"I need you to take off of work today. Your father wants to see you."

I rolled my eyes once again, couldn't my horrible excuse of a father wait until after work to see me?

"No he can not! Now I know you are very angry with your father and myself, along with many other people for that matter, but that gives you no reason to behave so rudely."

I hadn't realized I had voiced my thoughts out loud until my mothers outburst. I rolled my eyes again, she knows what she did. She knows what everyone did. She knows why I'm angry. How could I not be angry, after what happened?

"Alright mother, I will be there in about an hour."

"Wait Clare, why don't you come soon-"

I hung up before she could finish, I didn't want to come sooner, if I had wanted to come at all I wouldn't have been acting like I was on the phone. I fell back into my pillows and went back to sleep. I figured a five minute nap wouldn't hurt. Boy was I wrong.

"Help somebody please help!"

I could hear her screaming for help but I was too afraid to come out from behind the garbage can to help her. She is in danger. I hate myself, I try to make myself useful and help, but I cant do it. I'm hopeless.

I woke up once again. I hate not being able to sleep. I hate my Mom for being a contributing factor to all this. I hate Darcy for leaving. I hate my Dad for not stopping my Mom. I hate myself for not figuring it out before it was too late.

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