Post by Clara Austin on Mar 2, 2015 22:09:18 GMT -5
He's gone, Clara. He's gone.
The words rang through Clara's head as she stood right outside the operating room, but none of it felt real. Not until she looked in through the window and saw her best friend lying there on the table, lifeless. Alec was dead. Her best friend had left her. Knees buckling underneath her and her crutch falling to the floor, Clara clutched at the wall for something to keep her from hitting the floor. Someone caught her, but she couldn't see who. Because within a moment she was running. Running down the halls and through doors as fast as she could on her crutches. Fast enough she had no idea where she was actually going. But if she kept running, maybe she'd wake up and realize that it was all just a dream.
And after running for long enough that she could hardly even breath anymore, she collapsed in the middle of the grass behind the building and broke down. Tears poured down her face as she hugged herself tightly. How could this be happening? How could anyone let this happen to him? First she lost Emmett, the kindest person she had ever known, and now Alec, the best friend she had ever had. Neither of them deserved to be dead. But Clara got to live. By some miracle, she was going to be the one who ended up alive. It shouldn't have been her. She should have died. And that's what hurt her worst of all.
The words rang through Clara's head as she stood right outside the operating room, but none of it felt real. Not until she looked in through the window and saw her best friend lying there on the table, lifeless. Alec was dead. Her best friend had left her. Knees buckling underneath her and her crutch falling to the floor, Clara clutched at the wall for something to keep her from hitting the floor. Someone caught her, but she couldn't see who. Because within a moment she was running. Running down the halls and through doors as fast as she could on her crutches. Fast enough she had no idea where she was actually going. But if she kept running, maybe she'd wake up and realize that it was all just a dream.
And after running for long enough that she could hardly even breath anymore, she collapsed in the middle of the grass behind the building and broke down. Tears poured down her face as she hugged herself tightly. How could this be happening? How could anyone let this happen to him? First she lost Emmett, the kindest person she had ever known, and now Alec, the best friend she had ever had. Neither of them deserved to be dead. But Clara got to live. By some miracle, she was going to be the one who ended up alive. It shouldn't have been her. She should have died. And that's what hurt her worst of all.
