Something of Importance || Closed
The festival wasn’t exactly a fun event even though Trent was by her side at the time. All she knew was that Rachel was upset with her for whatever reason, obviously it had something to do with their mother, but Claire wanted to escape the issue at hand since arguing would get them nowhere. It wasn’t easy for her to inform Trent of her decision to run back home, so she left a short note scribbled over a napkin for him before vacating the premises.
“Dear Trent, I’m sorry this napkin was the only thing I could find and I just really need to go home right now. It’s not you! Please don’t think that. I’m having trouble with my sister, that’s all. I’ll see you when you get back, OK? Take care! ~Claire”
Later that evening... The farmer immediately hopped into her bed as soon as she made it home and decided to give herself a break from everything until the following day. Nobody could have woken her up even if they wanted to at this point. All of the stress was really taking a toll on her body, apparently.
It was well past noon by the time she snapped out of a nightmare. A strange dark figure continuously chased her night after night, no matter what she would do to fight back, which always meant that she would wake up looking rather disheveled from head to toe. Sometimes it was bad enough for her to wake up during a full on panic attack-- Still not a good sign since this has been going on for years.
Busying herself with her job or chores was the first thing on her mind whenever she needed to stop thinking about what the nightmares could mean. All she had to do was get the hell out of bed and start making that sweet coffee to kick-start her day. There was no point in getting dressed though. The farm work was taken care of thanks to making a little deal with the Mayor, Trent was out of town, and she definitely wasn’t about to prance into town to see everyone being all happy and carefree. No, no. Today was the best day to sulk and lie around in misery.
After chugging half of her coffee, the blonde headed outside to her mailbox to take a quick looksie even though she didn’t expect to receive anything in the first place. Who would write to her anyway? It’s not like she wanted anyone to find out where she moved to once she left the city. Much to her surprise, there was a plain white envelope awaiting her arrival and it has been sitting in her mailbox since the day after she left for the festival. There was no return address? ...This was weird. Inside there was a piece of paper folded in half with a message written in red cursive letters:
It’s quite unfortunate that we haven’t spoken at all these past few years. Rachel has been telling me that you’re well taken care of and that you even have your own farm, good for you sweetie! You worked hard, with your own two hands, to get everything you have in your life right now. You should be proud. I know I am proud of you, forever and always, no matter what happens. Please know that I love you baby girl. With all of my heart! I’ve always wanted to apologize for the things that your father has done to both of you girls and I hope you can forgive me for not saying any of this in person. I understand that you were too scared to call or visit. I do NOT blame you whatsoever, so don’t beat yourself up after you finish this letter. I love you, you and your sister are the most precious things in my life. I’m so happy that you were born, I’m glad I am your mother, and I love you Clairebear. Keep your head up high and be strong for Rachel. I want you two to work things out. So please... Don’t shut Rachel out. I hope that you both can forgive me for not being a better mother. I’m sorry that I won’t be able to make it to your weddings in the future.
Claire’s eyes grew wide as she read the letter, something seemed incredibly wrong, this felt like it was more of a goodbye than a hello. At first, she was absolutely frightened about her mother knowing where she lived and this possibly meant that her father could come after her at any point in time... But then she had to push that fear aside to continue reading this painful message. That fear came hurling back and managed to strike her straight in the heart once she realized what was actually happening here. This was the last thing that she wanted. Her heart started racing as panic swept over her, she almost couldn’t read the rest of the letter with all of these tears streaming down her face, and she could no longer hold herself up let alone breathe properly.
Once she fell to her knees, Claire leaned back against her heels before slumping almost lifelessly over her lap, she kept rubbing the tears away from her eyes since her vision was blurry. Not a peep out of her though, it felt like she didn’t have a voice anyway. There was no going back from this, she told herself, it would make it a true reality if she kept reading. This had to be a lie, right? There was only one way to find out, unfortunately...
I’m sorry that I won’t be able to make it to your weddings in the future. That doesn’t mean you and Rachel will be alone though. I’ll always be watching over you and I’ll always be in your heart. Nobody can take that away from you. Especially not your father. I want you to know that Rachel will have access to my belongings which means my wedding dress, my music box, and anything else can be yours. You will have to discuss things with her. Please don’t fight. I love you both equally and I want you two to be happy. You’ll always be twins, you’ll always be connected no matter how far apart you two are from one another, and you’ll always be sisters. Cherish her and be good to her, please. I love you my little darling. Don’t cry, smile for me and take care of yourself.
I’ll always love you, my beautiful precious daughter.
A loud sobbed finally escaped her lips, it felt as though she was punched in the ribs with the way she gasped for air, everything hurt and there was nothing she could do to change any of this. The dark thoughts were overpowering as she stared up into the bright blue sky. She would never hear her mother’s voice again. She would never get a chance to see her mother’s smile. She would never be able to reconnect with her mother or share her new life story with her mother or even give grandchildren to her mother in the far future. It was silly of her to think that one day her father would be out of the picture and the three of them could be a family again...
The letter had her mother’s signature at the very bottom, so it was the truth. This was why Rachel was upset with her. Did she know that their mom was on the verge of passing away? Why didn’t she come out and say it if that was the case? How dare she keep this a secret and get pissed off at her own sister?
All of that pain and regret turned into anger as the questions kept whirling around within her mind. Needless to say, she was focusing all of her rage on Rachel and there was no stopping her. It would be much easier to be angry than depressed and alone, after all. How could Rachel do this to her?
Claire found herself smacking her fist against the ground over and over, she could just scream right now if she wasn’t hiccuping between breaths. There was no point in being out here where people could find her like this, so picked herself up and slowly headed towards her front door. What was the point in anything anyway? Everyone’s going to abandon her someday. Maybe it was about time that she got used to being alone instead of fighting it. Maybe drinking would help ease the pain of sadness and loneliness?
Going completely incognito was her best idea yet, according to her at least, so she spent the next two weeks drinking and letting the farm turn to weeds without making any kind of contact with the outside world.
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