She just sat there staring at the screen. No matter how hard she tried, or how many times she blinked it remained there. Tattooed forever on her brain and no amount of scrolling or hitting the back button could change it. ‘How could she do that to me she thought?’ It just didn’t make sense at all. She reread it again. Then once more but the title remained the same. The words unchanged, there for all the world to see in black and white.
Clara inhaled deeply through her nose to calm her rapid breathing but it wasn’t helping. The fire started in her cheeks and soon blazed right through her body, heat radiating from every inch of her skin. There had to be some mistake she reasoned with herself. This wasn’t, couldn’t be possible. The now all too familiar feeling in her gut had returned and was threatening to explode out. Breathe, thought Clara, calm down. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine something serene, something peaceful to wipe away all the red hot fury bubbling through her veins. It would not happen here, she would not let it. She needed control and she needed to do it now.
Dragging her eyes away from her phone she glanced around the locker room making sure no one was there and shouted his name. Not out loud of course, they didn’t need to these days. Her breathing was becoming more and more erratic and Clara was aware of the heat overspilling out of her body and into the marble floor under her feet. Any more of this and she was sure the grey tiles would crack right through. Dragging herself up using the cold metal lockers to keep her steady she made her way to the back of the room to the showers. Cold water she thought, I can make it just a few steps more. Then suddenly something appeared in her way.
‘Well, well, well’ Clara recognised that nasaly tone instantly. It was one she had come to loathe during her past six months at Westbridge. Jo-Anne Claridge, little miss preppy and the cause of her current situation. ‘What do we have here, going somewhere Clara?’ Jo-Anne sneered. She knows, though Clara, she knows. ‘Please move, now’ stuttered Clara ‘please’ those few simple words taking more control than she had ever needed in her life. I’m going to explode, she thought, please no not now she begged.
‘Clara, Clara can you hear me?’ ‘Clara please focus, I’m on my way’ She heard his voice coming through, giving her the strength to fight. Slowly she uncurled her back and stood up straight to meet her tormentor eye to eye. She could feel the air crackle with tension. Suddenly she couldn’t breathe, it felt like the air was being sucked out the room, trapped inside a grey tiled vacuum, the pressure becoming unbearable. Yet still the blonde ball of preppiness just stood there, ice blue eyes penetrating into her soul. She could feel her, icy fingers roaming through her being, dousing the fire and threatening to extinguish it for good.
Clara looked her in the eyes yet she stood there, still, hardened not even a flicker of humanity across her tanned Californian skin. She was fighting as hard as she could but cold was getting harder to fight she could feel it freezing her inside, calling on every ounce of fight inside her. What if it wasn’t enough, what if this was how it ended, before it even began? No, this couldn’t be it screamed Clara, no! She began to feel it again, the fire tingling in her fingertips flickering and reigniting itself forcing it’s way through her veins getting stronger and stronger.
There, she saw it, the ice queen flinched. That was all Clara needed in this fight, she had her and she knew it. She felt herself getting stronger melting Jo-Anne’s icy touch at every turn. You will not defeat me, she defied, I will not let you win.
Saracen burst through the doors uncertain of what he was going to find. His new charge could be dead, he couldn’t reach her no matter how hard he tried she wasn’t responding to him. But he could feel everything she was feeling and the new strength that was now cursing through her veins once more. She wasn’t prepared for this, he wasn’t prepared for this attack that had taken the whole unit by surprise. How was Clara to rule as the almighty if this was over before it even started. Turning the corner Saracen stopped dead in his tracks completely unprepared for the sight that registered before his hard black eyes.
It’s safe to say that I have been reading a lot of YA supernatural fiction recently! Having come to a standstill writing Serenity this past month, this little piece came to me after seeing something I wished I hadn’t and if I am being completely honest really annoyed me! As usual it started off on a whole other path and ended up here. It’s not one of my better pieces I know but I felt like I need to write something if you know what I mean. As always tips, advice, tips and constructive criticism is all welcome. Thanks for reading.