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She got home and immediatly went to the computer. She did what she "needed" to do and a little more, then went on a long walk. She was thinking about her friend again. Debating weather or not to tell her how she really felt. She thought that if she told her, that she wouldn't want to be friends anymore.
She got home and ran up to her bedroom. She pulled out her phone, her heart racing, and dialed the number. The house phone still didn't work. She dialed the number that she got Sunday. A loud energetic. "Hello!" came from the other side. "Hey Yvonne" Clara said quietly, "I really need to talk to you." Yvonne listened as Clara spilled her guts about what she thought and what was going on. {What was in the prelude} Yvonne was crying. The last thing she ever wanted to do was hurt her friend in any way shape or form. So Clara started talking about something funny. She wanted to hug her crying friend. But alas, Clara hasn't figured out a way to teleport through phones as of yet. The had a nice long talk, but Yvonne had to go. Yvonne had a retarted phone. Clara promised to call her tomorrow...and she will. She felt like the worst friend ever just laying all that on her, but she also felt better. She finally got it off her chest. She asked the questions she needed to. Still...something didn't feel right.
When she went to bed that night she realized that she wasn't really mad at her friend. {Well she was a little bit} But she was even more mad at Yvonnes boyfriend, it was like a revalation. I have to tell Yvonne about this she told herself. She was really mad at her boyfriend and she was blaming her friend for it. She felt bad for it, but at the same time she couldn't help it. It was like he was stealing her best friend away from her...and there was nothing she could do.
She had that dream about the flames and the demons. She jerked out of her sleep. She had a cold sweat and was breathing heavily. This time she let her friend die in the flames. She went back to sleep, hoping not to dream of think of that again.
She awoke later that morning after having a dream that she was at school with her old friends and her new. They were in the cafeteria and for some reason it was pitch black outside and there were steel tables. Clara was topless, but no one seemed to notice. She went to the bathroom and was doing something in the mirror and a girl walked in and just said hi. Clara had this blue duffle bag, she slid it under a bathroom stall because she couldn't get in other wise. As she was getting in, she noticed that there were socks stuffed in the tiolet. Then all of a sudden she was in the lirary fully clothed. She saw these bloddy socks that were a key to finding a murderer. Someone grabbed her from behind. It was the murderer...and the killer was Yvonne. Yvonne killed Clara.
She didn't want to get out of her warm comfy bed, but there was school. She did her normal morning routine. She wished that her mom would get up without her help. Her mom did her little rant about how Clara never ate enough. "I do!...I eat all the time!" she lied. She hated how her mom tried to start fights with her. Always in the morning or when she had a friend over. Clara guessed it made her fell superior.
English class was boring. The whole class finally finished the novel they were reading and was now watching a movie. She decided to draw something for her friend. As she was drawing, the vision of flames and demons appeared. She saw Yvonne in the flames. She was crying out for her friend as her flesh popped from the heat blisters and the demons stabbed her with their pitchforks. Clara stodd there, that wicked laughter coming from her thraot. Then she snapped out if it. Time for second period.
The day went by slowly but was finally over. The passing days until summer vacation went by just as slow, but was finally free! Now she was waiting for her friend to come over. It would be a couple of days though. After that her friend from Florida would be coming up. Clara was excited.
She mostly stayed on the computer, but when there was no one around she went to the pool or on a walk. She went on a walk and noticed that it was unusually hot and sticky. But she blamed it on global warming. She notcied some new cracks in the road, but she thought nothing of it. She just wanted to pass the time until Yvonne came over.
The days went by and Yvonne was finally over. They decided to go on a walk. They were at the subdivision playground. They called it their "fortress". They talked and joked around. Clara happened to look over and noticed the roads cracks were getting bigger. "What's wrong?" Yvonne asked. Suddenly everythig started to spontainiously combust, one by one. Her vision was coming true. A demon flew from the sky and captured Yvonne. Everything was turning into hell. Hell on Earth. The demon threw Yvonne into a pit of fire. The demons poked and scratched at her. Clara watched as her friend was burned and tourchured.
Clara heard the wicked laughter. No! not this time! I won't let this come true! If anyone should live. It should be her. She doesn't deserve this...I do Clara thought. She ran toward the pit and jumped in. She grabbed Yvonne and with all of her strength, threw her out into safety. Clara took Yvonnes spot, but the demons didn't care. They got a soul...and to them a soul was a soul. Clara was tourched and burned. Her skin melted off. Her first vision came ture. Only she fixes something..the one that should live...did. In the end, she knew that she was going to give her own life to save her very best of friends.