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Claire's pov
My beautiful, beautiful baby… gone. No chance in this monstrosity of a town. Taken by god, taken by an angel. I lived, how is that fair? My baby never saw the world, not a glimpse of the sun; I have nothing but my memories- too small for a burial. What am I going to do? Shane, I've let him down, Michael and Eve, my best friend blames herself- it wasn't her it was me! My body rejected my own child, its common apparently- this is the one part of science I will never understand.
I never got to sit in my home, stroking my stomach, singing to my stomach… watching my stomach bloom.
Shane's took it well, he's sitting just holding my hand; trying to help me through this. He feels the same pain as me but, he's stronger, hiding his agony from me; whereas I just cry… sob and cry. Anyway the docs told me, I can still have children, which is just amazing; they worked and worked to grant me this wish. I still have hope… I just wish Eve did.
She blames herself for everything, Michael has gone to fetch her, so I can try to explain. I know why she feels like this; anyone would feel like this but… well truthfully my gothic best friend did nothing. I still don't know what to say to her; but the words will come when I see her face. I can't let her feel like this, it's wrong.
I'm going to tell her the truth, every fact I know; if I have to I will scream for her attention because I'm not about to lose my best friend… I've already lost my baby I can't lose her too.
Michael's pov
Eve's with Claire now, she's so glum… she's not my Eve. I have a feeling she thinks she's going to lose us; she won't but well she blames herself. Well, I know Claire will try, she and Eve are sisters; I just hope we pull through.
Ever since the fight club began, we've been lost. Hospital has became our new home basically; Shane and Claire fighting for their life whilst me and Eve just watch helplessly. I can't wait to go home; feel the weight of the guitar in my arms, cradle it like a child…
Man I'm going to have to stop saying that. I feel like all I say has some connection to the last few events. I don't want to upset them; I want to make them happy… oh so happy. I want to see them smile with joy; but that won't happen. They'll return home with heavy hearts; saddened terribly by all events. Each little outfit of no use; the little crib standing empty in the shadows; the image of the future smashed beyond recognition… sounds about right. We're always the ones to suffer, the glass house gang; hmm well we deserve happiness; but we'll never get it.
We have each-other; that's all I can say; some people have nothing, we have friends…best friends.
Claire and Eve's voices are little slices of glitter, scattering their hurt but together; each holding no blame towards the other. Me and Shane are good, we are both distressed and devastated by this but we'll stand strong for our girls.
Morganville should know we're ready; Shane and I were born ready.
So what do you think? I know it's pretty depressing but it's the only way this story could develop; tell me if I should continue this story and/or any ideas you have for this story xx