Sorrow Clara

Clara sat in her older brother’s truck he slowly turned into the parking lot of ‘St. Amber’s Boarding School for Girls’, Sighing as she looked at the school building, the red bricks were now a brown dull color from aging. Two trees sat on the sides of the main doors, a statue of a woman stood on top of a fountain both were in front of the school.

“That’s St. Amber,” Robert said looking at his sister who just sighed again, she looked down at her new school uniform. “I feel like a bag of Skittles with just the red and orange ones, who thought it would be a great idea to make the school colors red and orange?” Clara groaned and looked at Robert he laughed shaking his head.

“I thought you liked Skittles? And besides, I’m going to be wearing nothing but camo no one can see me!” Clara rubbed her right arm feeling the bumpy long scars, Robert is going away to boot camp or something, all she knew it was for military, with both their mom and dad gone and no other family members around Clara has to go to boarding school.

“Have you been, you know?” Robert asked braking Clara out of her thoughts. She looked at him. He nodded his head towards her arms. “What? No! No, I have been good about not cutting so don’t worry!” She nervously laughed Robert sighed then put his hand on her black hair and looked into her bright blue eyes, “you keep looking like mom every day,” he smirked Clara stuck her tongue out at him, “but sis, if you hurt yourself again PLEASE call me! And if you think about killing yourself, tell someone right away then call me!” Clara swallowed hard then pushed his hand off her head then smiled at him, “dude don’t worry. I haven’t had a suicide thought in a long time!”

Robert looked at his sister for a long time, ever since the death of their mom and dad Clara has been self-harming when she turned thirteen she tried to hang herself. Robert still hasn’t forgiven himself for making her go to rehab and made her see a therapist, but she has been better. “Okay, okay I just wanted to know, anyways you should get going. Your first class should start soon.”

As Clara was about to get out of the truck, he stopped her, “remember I won’t be able to talk to you for a few weeks okay, but I swear to you I’ll call you on your birthday!” He called she waved him off smiling and ran to the school doors. “Please don’t be lying to me,” Robert said to himself as he pulled away.

Clara walked down the hall that was a sea of other girls around her age or younger, they all wore the same uniform the orange skirts, red vest or blazer with a white dress shirt underneath, a huge bag of red and orange Skittles she thought, some girls looked at Clara as she walked by them, holding her bookbag and suitcase tightly in her hands. A bright happy girl jumped in front of her with a bright white teeth smile. “HI! I’m Tiffany!” She said Clara smiled at her.

“Hey, I’m Cla-” Tiffany cuts her off, “You’re the new girl, right?” Confused Clara nodded. “It’s kind of weird that you’re starting here at the end of January what’s the deal?” Tiffany asked, well the truth is Clara was in rehab, her old school kicked her out because they thought she was a threat to herself and to others, thinking fast Clara lied, “my brother and I have been moving a lot due to him going into the military.”

Well that wasn’t really a lie it was true, but she didn’t want to tell Tiffany the other reason, two other girls stood beside Tiffany.  “Wow you really can’t lie, I read that she was sent to the crazy house, didn’t say why but I bet it was for drugs she looks like the type that would use that junk!” The one girl laughed Clara’s mind was screaming, h-how did she know that?

“I read in her file that she was kicked out of her school for stealing things from her art class it was an Exacto knife and a box cutter.” The girl laughed again with the others following her, she helps the school office with filing, she reads all the girls’ records and gets dirt on them then gives them to Tiffany who then blacks mail the girls to give her things, and to do whatever she wants.

“I don’t think you want anyone to know that you’re crazy!” Tiffany snickered as Clara swallowed hard, “so for now on you’re going to be our dog, when I say jump, you ask how high? Got it?” Tiffany crossed her arms her two friends giggled when Clara didn’t say anything Tiffany smirked. “HEY EVERYONE DO YOU KNOW THAT THE NEW GIRL CAME FROM-” Clara stopped her, “stop! Okay… I’ll-I’ll be your dog…” Tiffany closed her mouth then pets Clara’s head. “Good girl. Now you have to go find your class, and if you tell any of the teachers about this, the whole school will know your secret.”

The first few weeks there Tiffany and her friends made Clara their whipping girl. Clara was a smart girl so she would generally get As or Bs. Sadly, one of Tiffany’s friends was in the class with her, so she told Tiff about Clara being smart, they would take her work. Copy it or would erase Clara’s name and put one of their names.

At meal times Clara had to buy the food, and if one of them wanted a snack, she had to buy it for them. The only time Clara was free from them was at night in her room but the voices that once took over her thoughts were coming back…

She sat on her bed as her roommate was out, it was just Clara and the voices. “Don’t you miss it?” One giggled, “don’t you want to feel something that isn’t sadness?” Another hissed Clara’s body started to tremble. Moving to the side of the bed she pulled out a shoe box that was hidden under it. Opening the top a picture of her family smiled at her looking at it tears formed in her eyes.

She dug through the box she stopped when her mother’s necklace shined, pulling it out she held it close. Putting it on she went back to digging till she found it. The box cutter shined in the dim light picking it up slowly her old scars started to burn a little, “just one little cut, you’ll feel better.” A voice spoke so sweetly. Clara closed her eyes and put the blade to her skin. “Just… One… Cut…” Clara spoke lightly, but deep down she knew it was a lie.

Day after day Clara had to wrap her wrists, and her legs to hide the cuts when teachers asked her if she was okay, she would lie saying she pulled a muscle from gym class, they bought it. Being the dog for Tiff and her friends was getting worse every time Clara was late or couldn’t do something for them they would slap her or punch her. One day Clara had to run down the hall because Tiff’s one friend told her that she was pissed, not wanting to get hurt or yelled at, or worse have them tell everyone that Clara was in rehab. She ran getting yelled at by some teachers and running into other girls who gave her a dirty look.

When she saw Tiffany standing in the main hall there was no one else, her arms were crossed, and she glared at Clara. She stopped in front of Tiff trying to catch her breath. She looked at Tiff who uncrossed her arms. “Did you really think you could get away with it?” Tiff snapped. Clara looked at her then shrugged.

“Really?” Tiff faked a laugh then points to the necklace that Clara forgot to take off, “you’re trying to look better than me!” Clara shook her head and was trying to explain it, but Tiff wasn’t having it. “Give it to me!” She demanded Clara took a step back but was blocked off by Tiff’s two friends. Tiff put her hand out. “Give. It. To. Me. NOW!” Clara started to protest saying how it was her mother’s and that she wasn’t going to give it!

Tiff looked at her friends and nodded both grabbed Clara’s arms. She yelped because the cuts started to bleed. “I say the little psycho couldn’t keep from mutilating herself,” Tiff laughed watching the white medical wraps turn red, “I’ll be taking that now!” Tiff reached out taking the necklace off, Clara started to beg her to give it back, but Tiff smirked as she put it on she flipped her gold hair then put her hand on her hip. “That’ll teach you for trying to outdo me.”

Clara pulled away from the other two girls and grabbed Tiff’s wrist trying to grab for the necklace Tiff pulled away then punched Clara in the stomach. She fell to the ground wrapping her arms around herself the pain was too much. “You b***h!” Tiff yelled then started to kick Clara, she covered her head as Tiff kicked her more, her friends joined in when they were done Clara just lied there crying, the cuts were open and bleeding, and her body was sore. “Just end it, no one wants you here!” A voice screamed.

Robert’s cell phone started to ring, but he didn’t pick up, Clara knew he wouldn’t have it on him, but she left him a voicemail. She waited for the beep then she spoke, “hey… I know I shouldn’t have called you but… I’m so sorry big brother… but I can’t… I just can’t anymore. I’m not going to make it to my seventeenth birthday. I tried being strong! But… I can’t anymore. Just know… I love you, and you’ll be much happier without me.”

After the phone call, Clara slowly climbed the stairs to the roof. It was raining the sky was dark, and the clouds were a dark ugly gray. The medical wrap around her wrists and right leg were red and wet, the cuts burned under them. Slowly stepping up onto the sides of the building Clara looked down at the ground below. “Do it! Do it! DO IT!” The voices sing Clara didn’t jump. She just let herself fall.

Robert was cleaning out his sister’s room, he was holding back every tear but couldn’t keep himself from falling apart. With the last thing of his sister’s stuff being packed he headed to the parking lot but stopped three girls sat on a stone wall talking, he saw the necklace on the blonde girl, walking over they looked at him.

“Hello.” He said they smiled at him, “Hi.” Tiff said sexually Robert nodded at the necklace. “Where did you get that?” Tiff looked down then smiled back at him, “why do you want to know?” Robert put the box down then looked at her firmly, “because that necklace belongs to my sister!”

Tiff looked at her friends who looked at her with worried looks Tiff stood up. “Oh, you’re Clara’s brother? I’m so sorry for her death… you see Clara was my best friend…” Tiff stopped and started to sniffle, “she-she gave me this necklace before she jumped… She told me that I could have it.” Robert knew that was b******t! Clara would never do that! Tiff’s friends started to comfort her.

“May I have it back?” Robert asked in a stone-cold tone the girls looked at him. Tiff said no Robert made fists before he could take it the principal asked the girls if there’s something wrong, they said yes, so they had campus police remove Robert off the property before he left he turned and stared at them sending chills down their backs.

It was February 19 the weather was terrible again. The rain was hitting the school’s windows hard. Tiffany walked down the halls alone the other girls got out of her way, she smiled flipping her hair, her friend Kim was waiting, but Samantha was nowhere to be found, Tiff looked at Kim who just rolled her eyes.

“She’s sick! What a faker.” Both girls walked to their classes the lights in the hallway flicker Kim stopped walking Tiff looked at her. Kim’s face was pale, and her eyes were wide. “What’s wrong?” Tiff asked Kim looked at her slowly, “didn’t you see her?” Tiff made an annoyed look putting her hands on her hips, “you need to stop smoking weed before class, that s**t is getting to your head!” Kim blinked then rubbed her eyes, “y-yeah I guess you’re right.”

The day was normal, but they didn’t see Samantha. The end of math class they cornered her roommate asking what was up. “I don’t know. She was in the shower when I left this morning which was annoying because she took forever! I had enough of waiting, so I left, didn’t matter the hot water would be all gone!” They let the girl go before taking her money and the key to her room.

There was no soul in the dorms both Kim, and Tif felt a bit uneasy as they walked to Sam’s room. The door was closed, Kim knocked nothing came from the other side, she leaned in putting her ear to the door all she heard was the muffled sound of the shower running they unlocked the door and went in.

“It’s freezing in here,” Kim said Tiff rolled her eyes and walked to the bathroom door and knocked on it. “Okay, you lazy b***h get out!” Tiff yelled, but nothing came from the other side just the sound of the water. “Sam! Open the door!” Tiff growled still nothing, “fine if you want to be like that then!” Tiff pushed open the door Kim followed. Both girls froze in place.

Sam laid in the tub motionless, both her wrists were cut deep the water washed the blood away, but there were red stains on the sides of the tub, her brown hair covered her face, her body leaned back on the wall, her arms and wrist were flipped up to show the long cuts.

“Sam… Oh god.” Kim choked out as she covered her mouth Tiff snapped out of it then pushed Kim out of the bathroom and closed it as Kim started to cry. “Kim, look at me, we didn’t find her, we didn’t come into this room, we had no clue she did this, but we need to go now!” Tiff said calmly, but Kim was still crying.

“We can’t just leave her there!” Kim cried Tiff rolled her eyes then grabbed her arm and started to pull her towards the door but stopped someone stood in the doorway. “The hell do you want!” Tiff hissed the person turned their head to the side the girls couldn’t see who it was, but a flash of lightning lit them up. Kim screamed and started to point at the person, “that’s the girl I saw!” Tiff looked at Kim then at the person who started to come into the room. They slowly closed the door behind them.

“Who the hell are you!” Tiff yelled the person didn’t say anything but turned a lamp on that was on the desk. Tiff’s and Kim’s body fell cold the mysterious girl looked at them.

She was wearing a white mask. Only one eye was showing the other was covered by their jet black hair that was done up in a side ponytail. The eye that was showing was just as black as their hair. The mouth was only an X. The girl was wearing a school uniform, but the vest and skirt were both dark red, both her arms were wrapped in medical wrap same with her right leg.

What made the girls more frightened there was blood splatter on her, and she held a long rope behind her back. “This-this isn’t scary!” Tiff shouted but she couldn’t fool herself or anyone else she was scared. Kim started to hyperventilate the girl looked at her then held out the rope to her, Kim looked down at it then started to nod slowly

What Tiff didn’t realize the rope was tied into a noose, Kim started to walk towards the girl. “Kim… Kim… Stop.” Tiff stuttered Kim stood in front of the girl who slowly put the noose around her small neck, Kim just let her. Tiff was terrified to move as she watched the girl get on top of the desk still holding the rope she threw it over the ceiling fan then pulled on it, Kim’s feet left the ground she started to wiggle and squirm even trying to claw at the noose.

Tiff started to cry watching her friend die when Kim stopped moving and her arms dropped to her sides the girl tied the rope to the ceiling fan, then jumped to the floor.

She looked at Tiff who was shaking and crying, but the girl moved away from the door as it opened slowly Tiff looked at the door then back to the girl, making her way out of the room, she kept her eyes on the girl who followed her with the mask. Out in the hallway, Tiff took off running she started to head towards the school building but got cut off by the girl.

Tiff screamed turning around to run the other way. Every time Tiff was getting close to a door that was going somewhere the girl would pop up making her go another way, soon Tiff found herself by the stairs that went to the roof the girl was right behind her, she had nowhere else to go.

On the roof Tiff looked around there was nowhere to hide. The rain was coming down harder than before she turns about to go back downstairs, her heart dropped.

The girl was slowly walking up and running her hand on the railings she held something behind her back. Tiff backed away as the girl got closer. When Tiff’s back hit the side on the roof, she looked over it when she looked back the girl was closer holding a box cutter to her hip twisting it slowly.

“Please… Don’t do this… I’m sorry.” Tiff started to beg the girl with her free hand slowly took the mask off, she had both eyes closed, but when she looked up Tiff was stunned, “you’re-you’re dead…” Clara turned her head to the side not saying a word both her eyes were still bright blue but ran of blood like she was crying, she looked at the necklace. Tiff jumped when Clara quickly grabbed it ripping it off, looking down at it Clara smiled lightly. “You did all of this for that! You f*****g psy-” Tiff stopped when Clara shot her eyes back to her.

Tiff’s body went limp. Her mind went blank, but there were voices  screaming at her to kill herself, Clara’s voice spoke over them, “stand on the wall.” Tiff’s body started to move. She climbed on top of the small wall then turned to face Clara who put her mask back on, “now… fall.” Tiff put her arms out then fell back when her body hit the ground screams came from other girls and teachers. Tiff didn’t die right away. She was choking on blood. She was in so much pain. The last thing she saw was that mask staring down at her from the roof.


Robert was heading back to his room. His new buddies were trying to take his mind off the death of his little sister but, how could he? It was her birthday when he went into his room. His bunkmates told him that he had a small package on his bed.

Robert looked at the box, it didn’t say who it was from, and none of them knew how it got there, it only said: To My Big Brother. Swallowing hard Robert picked it up and sat on the bed he started to open it there was a letter and… the necklace of his mother taking it out and looking it over, it really was her necklace! He quickly picked up the letter reading it he started shaking, his bunkmates asked him what was up. The letter went.

“So, I know it’s random and kind of creepy to get a letter and package from a dead girl but you’re getting one anyway, don’t come looking for me… I’m not the little sister you knew before… I’m sorry, maybe one day we’ll see each other again but maybe not… anyways I got mom’s necklace back so don’t lose it or I will punch you! I love you, big brother. ~ Clara”

  • Daniel Di Benedetto

    I really don’t know what to say about this. In truth, the writing was quite bad. However, the story (though somewhat generic) was pretty drawing to read. The characters were actually quite… pronounced. You did a wonderful job of showing who Robert, and Tiff, and Clara were, while mostly doing it indirectly. Also, as a Marine, I completely related to the scene where Robert and his bunkmates were crowded around a footlocker peering at the letter. That skyrocketed me back to boot camp. I gotta give this four stars. You should work on your writing capabilities, but as for the content, and really the characters and extra detail, good job.

    • Angel

      YES, I can agree on most of the things you said my homie!!! I love this writer, and want more of their works!!!! Side note: I can’t be on the same level with the marine thing. But thank you for serving!!!!

      • Daniel Di Benedetto

        Haha no need to thank me and yeah the writer has potential

    • UneaseFeline

      Sorry for the bad writing, it was 3 in the morning when I was working it and I forgot to look over it the next day.

      • Daniel Di Benedetto

        You don’t have to apologize for it, but as a writer, you should want to submit your best product. Take pride in your work and proofread it so that the quality of the writing matches the quality of the story. You know?

  • Whitney Paige Moulton

    I really felt invested in Clara as a character, and her pain was very real….. Thank you for writing, and keep going ur doing great,!