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Post by Clara Austin on Dec 7, 2014 17:32:02 GMT -5
"But what if he isn't?" Clara said. "I can't lose him...I just can't. Not again." After Emmett died, Alec was all Clara had left. Her worst nightmare was being the only one left. It was selfish, yes, but Clara couldn't help it. If Alec died before her, she would lose any motivation that she had left to keep living because everyone she'd grown to care about would be dead. Clara felt herself starting to cry, but she forced herself not to. She hated crying in front of anyone, especially Tristan.
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Post by Tristan Fray on Dec 7, 2014 17:44:25 GMT -5
Tristan couldn't help but hug Clara. "Hey he'll be fine. He's really strong and last I heard some of his rumors were shrinking."Tristan said. "A curtain doesn't cover up talking," Tristan said. He felt like he needed an explanation as to why he was ease dropping.
Post by Clara Austin on Dec 7, 2014 18:55:11 GMT -5
Clara bit her lip. "But he just keeps getting worse. I've seen this happen before. They tell you that you're getting better and then one thing happens and you're gone. You don't even get to say goodbye," Clara said, almost choking on her words now. That was what happened with Emmett. They said he was getting better and that he might be leaving soon, and then in one night he was dead. Clara went to sleep thinking he was fine and woke up to the news that he was gone. Just like that.
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Post by Tristan Fray on Dec 7, 2014 22:44:52 GMT -5
Tristan laid down on the bed with Clara. "But Alec is okay. He'll be okay." Tristan said quietly. He looked over at Clara. "Just trust me for once," Tristan said with a smile. He didn't know why he was being so nice. Tristan tended to have mood swings. They were very strange mood swings.
Post by Clara Austin on Dec 7, 2014 23:39:49 GMT -5
Did he just lay down on her bed? That was weird. Oddly comforting, but still weird. Clara didn't have enough energy to question it, so she decided that if he did anything stupid she would just push him off of the side. "Who are you, God?" she said quietly, not enough sarcasm in her voice to make it really worth anything. "You don't know what will happen." No one knew. That's how life was when you had cancer. One second you were fine and the next you were back on an operating table.
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Post by Tristan Fray on Dec 7, 2014 23:51:26 GMT -5
"I believe there's something but no I don't believe in exactly god so therefor I am not god," Tristan said with a smirk. Me looked at Clara. "Hope is so much stronger than fear," Tristan said quoting one of his favorite artists. That quote meant a lot to him. So did many others. He'd never admit he liked that band though. That would make people question is manness
Post by Clara Austin on Dec 8, 2014 0:02:10 GMT -5
Clara just shook her head. "Not when you live in a place where the people you love are always dying," she said. Clara refused to have an optimistic bone in her body, and she'd always been that way. The only time she'd ever had hope was with Emmett, and after he died she just became more pessimistic than she ever had been. "If you'd been through the things I have, you'd understand," she said. Clara felt like no one could ever understand her, so she never let anyone try. It was safer to assume that no one would than to think they will and be disappointed.
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Post by Tristan Fray on Dec 8, 2014 0:06:49 GMT -5
"And what've you been through?" Tristan asked. It wasn't in a teasing way. Tristan was honestly curious. He hasn't been through much it was Tristan's first time in a hospital. Well not his first time in a hospital. This was Tristan's first time living in one. He knew he was in trouble. With the falling more often, dizziness, not being able to drive. He knew it was getting worse. Tristan just didn't want to acknowledge it.
Post by Clara Austin on Dec 8, 2014 0:16:24 GMT -5
Clara looked up at him, slightly surprised that he even had to ask. "Oh right, you're new here," she said. Clara had gotten used to everyone knowing about her father or her and Emmett, though she had never gotten sick of people constantly telling her how sorry they were to see him go. None of them really knew him. Not like she did. "I'm surprised someone hasn't filled you in on the series of unfortunate events that is Clara Austin's life," Clara said sounding fakely enthusiastic. She wasn't really up for retelling all of the horrible things that had happened in her life, but she would if Tristan really wanted to know.
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Post by Tristan Fray on Dec 8, 2014 0:27:17 GMT -5
"As much as it may seem shocking, I hate gossip. I stay out if it as much as I can." Tristan said. He looked at her ceiling for a moment. They laid in complete silence until Tristan spoke,"so what did happen? It's not gossip if it comes from you," Tristan said quietly.
Post by Clara Austin on Dec 8, 2014 1:09:41 GMT -5
Clara pursed her lips, trying to think of how to start. She'd told her story countless times, but it never got any easier. Retelling her memories made her relive them which was something she hated doing. "Well, I guess we should start at the beginning. My real name isn't Clara. It's Elizabeth. But no one calls me Elizabeth except my dad, and he's an asshole."
"I guess he wasn't always that way. He used to be a good man. Things started going downhill when I was maybe five? Six? I think it was six. Anyways, my dad started coming home drunk a lot, and my mom would always get really angry about it. They'd always fought about his drinking habits, but that was when it got really bad. He started getting physical with her. But he would never lay a hand on me, so my mom never said anything about it. One night he kept beating and beating and he just wouldn't stop, so I grabbed the phone and called 911. They arrested my dad, but my mom made a deal with him that she wouldn't press charges as long as he would agree to divorce her and give her full custody of me.
"He agreed, and so we spent the next few years as peacefully as we could. My mom got remarried and had the twins. But I kept asking my mom about my dad, so she contacted him and decided that he had seemingly cleaned up his act enough for me to see him for a little while as long as she was with me. We went over to his house and we were just sitting around eating snacks and talking when I heard sirens outside the house. The police were there to arrest my dad...for murder. He'd killed his own brother in a drunken bar fight and tried to cover it up. He's been in jail ever since. I've visited him a few times, but he's made it pretty damn clear that he doesn't want to see me."
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Post by Tristan Fray on Dec 8, 2014 6:36:54 GMT -5
"Damn Clara," Tristan said quietly. He didn't show his sympathy he hated when people did that to him, she probably hated it too. Tristan just nodded. "Do you miss him?" Tristan finally asked. He couldn't tell if Clara did or not. Maybe she just missed having a father figure in her life. Tristan never really lost anyone. He was in the first person in his family to ever get this sick. Most of his relatives lived a full life. They normally died of old age. Tristan couldn't imagine having a family like that. "He sounds like a sociopath, " Tristan said before he could stop himself. "Sorry I didn't mean to say that," Tristan didn't think it was that but he tried to be sensitive around topics like this.
Post by Clara Austin on Dec 8, 2014 13:46:42 GMT -5
Clara shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "I don't really miss him, I just miss having a father. I guess I technically have Harvey. He's my stepdad. But he's more of a friend than a father." Clara didn't mind Harvey, but he never tried to be a father to her, just the twins. But she didn't mind that. She probably would have been more upset if he had tried to replace her father. "But yeah, he kind of was. Reminds me of Aiden a little bit. Except he had morals. They were fucked up morals, but at least he had them." Clara never worried about her father ever laying a finger on her because he had sworn to her that he would never hurt her. It wasn't much, but it was something.
"But that all feels like ancient history," Clara continued with her story. "It's kinda funny when you think about it. Most people think that when you go to the hospital, life just stops. But for me, this is where my life really started. I was diagnosed with cancer three years ago. Osteosarcoma. I was a dancer who was doomed to probably never dance again. They thought they'd gotten rid of the tumor, but then it just came back, and that's when I came here. That's when I met Alec and....when I met Emmett. Emmett was a lung cancer patient here. He used to be in your room with Alec. The three of us were like the three musketeers. People actually started calling us that at one point. But Emmett and I...we connected in a way that I didn't even know was possible. He brought out parts of me I didn't know existed. I was happier with him than I ever had been in my entire life. We all made plans for after we got out. We'd finish school and then we'd all go on this big road trip together. That was when we still had hope, though. When we were naive enough to believe it when the doctors told us not to give up. They'd even given Emmett a release date. But then things got bad one night, and Emmett didn't live to see the morning.
"When I found out, I went into a downward spiral that I'm still not sure I've pulled myself up from yet. I almost killed myself." Clara turned her wrists out to where Tristan could see the scars she had made. "Emmett was my first love, and I don't know if I'll ever meet someone like him again. No, I know I won't. He was one of a kind. But I don't know if I'll ever love someone again. That's why I got so upset when I found you smoking in the chapel. It was Emmett's favorite place. It's where he told me he loved me for the first time." clara felt like she'd forgotten something, but she couldn't remember what it was. So she sat there in silence for a long time, unsure of what else she could say.
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Post by Tristan Fray on Dec 8, 2014 15:26:52 GMT -5
"I don't really have any big story," Tristan said with a sigh. "A month ago my ex obviously not ex at the time. Cheated on me thirty-two times literally. She didn't want to date a guy who was always in the hospital and was too afraid to break up with me. This was honestly when we noticed how bad it really was getting because I have a problem with just saying stuff like the first thing that comes to my mind and I can't help it. I cursed her out an wouldn't stop. Eventually my parents found her on my bed crying and me just throwing things. Then I passed out on them," Tristan shrugged.
"My story isn't a big deal. Considering it was my fault for cursing her out. I found out because it was on my Facebook. Her naked picture was so I messaged the guy and he told me everything. She didn't deny it," Tristan said. "But that's really the worse thing in my life. I'm like you with the dream thing. I was te star quarter back. Then I stopped seeing the ball. It'd get all blurry and would hit my helmet so they tried to glasses. Then I kept getting massive headaches. Not can headaches migraines. When we went to the doctor for that and the medicine wasn't working he suggested a MRI. That's when we found the tumor it was an early stage but it just kept growing."
Post by Clara Austin on Dec 8, 2014 18:41:53 GMT -5
Clara sighed. "Cancer sucks," she said. "They think I might be able to get back into dancing though, once they get rid of the cancer. It'll take some work, but it's still possible...maybe. I'm trying not to get my hopes up though." Clara desperately wanted to be able to dance again. She could still dance a little, but not the way that she used to be able to. After a few minutes her legs would ache or she would sprain yet another limb. But she dreamed of being able to go back into competitive dancing. It was a long shot though.
Then it his Clara that she was really getting along with Tristan. Who ever thought that would happen? She definitely did not. But she liked it. Clara wasn't used to being able to talk to anyone like this, other than Alec. It felt almost safe, which was odd. But she decided not to question it in case that might ruin it.
