okayyy, so this is my first ff, i thought id give it a go at writing one, and if it doesnt turn out all that great hey, i gave it a go! this is just an opening paragraph for now, i guess you could call it a prologue? please tell me what you think and ill write more if anyone likes it. comments are really appreciated and id love to know what you think about it.
Some Things Never Change, Some Things You Can't Escape
It was late, Claire breathed in heavily as she stared across her empty room. She couldn't sleep, she hadn't been able to sleep for a week now, she didn't even want to sleep, she couldn't escape in her dreams like everyone else, because every bit of pain she felt when she was awake, haunted her in her sleep. The only difference between sleep and being awake was that when she was awake she managed to mask it all behind a smile, she sometimes could forget, maybe just for a second, but not when she was alone, never when she was alone. She slid off her bed and reached for her cell phone, there was one person she could call, one person she wanted to call, one person she'd called every night for a week, although she knew there'd be no answer, every single night there’d be no answer. But still, she dialed the number, stood there just listening to the answer machine; it always made Claire feel so much better, just to hear that voice, even if... A silent tear slid slowly down her face as she glanced at her alarm clock. "2.30am, I wish I could sleep, I'm so sorry," she whispered, "I'm so sorry." she repeated again to herself as she returned to her bed, she exhaled a large amount of air then pulled the covers over her head. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to sleep, but she had to get back into her bed, just incase her mother checked on her, she didn’t want to face her, she told herself so many times that she was never going to utter a word to her, never.
