Thread: The Clinic: Test Nine (mild language, sexual conduct)

Test Nine
Falling. That was all I could comprehend. Falling and falling. How long I had been falling was beyond me. It seemed like forever.
When I finally landed it was like I had just landed on a bunch of pillows—minus the feathers going everywhere.
It was solid darkness and there was no light coming from anywhere. It was as if I was dead.
Was I dead?
That was a very good question. Was I dead? Or, was I dying? Was this something my mind was doing to cover the pain?
“Claire?”
That voice…it was so famillair.
“Claire?” the voice repeated.
I sat up and looked up. Light blinded me and I shielded my eyes reflexively. Voices played around me but I focused on one in particular.
“Don’t move. Don’t even try to run away.”
"Thank you. I think it's better knowing something about the person I'm looking for."
"Next time, I'll win. And that's a promise."
"I'll see you later, Claire."
"You came."

"You idiot. I was kidding. You're too gullible. I wouldn't do that to anyone—no matter how much I don't like the guy."

"What is all the noise for? It's nonstop laughing. Did someone get into the drugs?!"
"Claire, no! Stop—this isn't you. You're not thinking clearly."
"Dammit, Claire, I love you!!"
“Claire.”
Tears filled my eyes and I could picture Zaien’s face as he smiled at me. I could see him protecting me. I could feel his lips against my own as he kissed me.
I felt the tears fall and I cried out, screaming. All it was was pure noise. It shook my body, cut only by the sobs that wracked my body.
How had I come to love him after knowing him such a short time? Why was what I felt for him feel so deep?
Why did I love him?
The pushing sensation beneath my skin began to rise again but this time was different. This time I welcomed it.
Anything was better than the pain I felt of the loss of everything I knew and loved for fourteen, long years.
My voice shot up an octave and everything around me began shaking and collapsing but I didn’t care. Not with his voice playing memories over and over in my head.
“Claire!!”
I looked up, the pushing sensation disappearing as someone grabbed my arms and jerked me to them. Lips met mine and my vision cleared to see Zaien.
His arms were wrapped tightly around me as he kissed me. It was as if everything lasted on this moment.
More tears fell down my cheeks.
“This isn’t real,” I said quietly, tears falling in rivers down my cheeks. “You’re not real.”
I lifted my hand and he mirrored the motion to where our hands met, palm to palm.
“I’m so sorry, Zaien,” I whispered, leaning forward. “Please. Forgive me.”
Zaien looked at me in confusion and I leaned forward and kissed him gently. He kissed me back without hesitation and linked my fingers with his as I let the pushing sensation come.
Out, I said mentally. Out…out…out.
The sensation sliced through me like it had before and I opened my eyes in time to see rivets of air slice through the space all around me in a ripple affect. It was like water only with air.
It sliced through the Zaien copy and he cried out, clutching onto me as he doubled over.
“Forgive me,” I whispered, closing my eyes.
I could feel the entire structure falling around me but I didn’t care. I was finished.
This was truly the end.
“Trust him, Claire,” a familiar voice said behind me. “You need to trust Zaien.”
I turned and met familiar orange eyes. She stood behind me—the only light in pure darkness.
“How, when I am going to die?”
She smiled and held out her hand to me. Without hesitation I shoved Zaien off of me and took her hand.
“Do you know who I am?” she asked softly.
“An angel?” I guessed quietly. “My guardian angel?”
She laughed, more of a shimmer of bells than a laugh, before pulling me towards a set of solid black gates.
“No,” she said as we walked. When we reached the gates she smiled. “I am no angel. I deserve to be in Hell for what I’ve done. You are here because of me.”
I looked at her in confusion and she smiled softly, stroking my face from cheekbone to chin once.
“Feiral and Jate Time are my children,” she said softly. “I am their mother. They are how they are because of me.”
I blinked and drew back in surprise. Her hand dropped and she smiled again.
“And,” she said after a moment. “Claire, I am also your mother.”
Everything fell then. Any thoughts I could’ve possibly had disapperared in an instant.
Feiral and Jate were my siblings?
My mother gently pushed me through the gates and I felt my body rise as if someone was lifting me from my stomach like a rag doll.
“Wait!!” I cried out. “Tell me more! I don’t understand—”
“She’s back,” someone said almost…annoyed.
I gasped in air and jerked up into a sitting position as memories flooded into me.
My mother. Jate and Feiral. The Reapers.
I met Feiral and Jate’s gazes and couldn’t stop myself from saying the words.
“Brother…? Sister…?”