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Chameleons: A Narrative Fiction

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Conrad rolled his eyes at his mother’s disapproval. “Sorry mom but I did.” Mary huffed and continued to fuss over her daughter. In so many ways, Claire was envious of Conrad. He was a social chameleon. He was able to go out with people and forget about the monsters that Claire couldn’t shake, even in her dreams. A part of her wished that things were different. At times, she would think about what her life would be like without training, hunting, and fighting. Going on a date and even just hanging out with friends seemed like a foreign concept. In addition to being a social butterfly, Conrad was able to sleep through his classes and ace all his tests. Every C that Claire was able to score was an absolute struggle. The conversation was …show more content…

Thomasson’s lips parted into a smile. “No, not yet. I want to get you into physical therapy and then we’ll see how it goes. Let’s just take it one day at a time.” Claire was disappointed to say the least. She wanted to be free of this place, but there was no use in arguing. After the doctors left so did everyone else. Claire didn’t blame her mom or brother for leaving. During their talk Conrad had told her that her mom and dad had stayed with her almost the entire time. She could tell from the dark bags underneath their eyes that they needed to get some sleep. Before Conrad left, Claire gave him a list of things for him to bring her. So, what if she had to be alone on her first night of consciousness in a cold, impersonal hospital? She could handle it, and if she kept telling herself that, it would be true. Claire had always been the strong sibling and couldn’t, wouldn’t let a little accident change that. She had been asleep for almost a month, but she was tired. She settled in for the night and a myriad of flashes came to her. A hand grabbing her neck and the air leaving her lungs. Being tied down to something cold. Were these actual memories? Terror and uncertainty filled her body. Unlike the rest of the foggy memories, one in particular was more of a dream. A dark, masculine shadow was standing over her body chanting in an unfamiliar language. After that, the shadow man revealed his cruel, twisted face. Then, nothing. Goosebumps prickled her arms, and Claire got …show more content…

She refused to think about those memories because they gave her the most gut wrenching headaches. So, she pushed them to the deepest, darkest corners of her mind, and tried to forget about them. The flashes made sleep a fleeting hope. Apart from the unpleasant memories, nurses were always coming into her room to violate her arms with blood pressure cuffs. Apparently, checking vitals were an important part of healing that Claire just didn’t understand. Plus, it seemed that her room was located directly in the middle of Antarctica. In the morning, Claire spied a mirror from her bed and asked one of the nurses to hand it to her. With the piece of reflective glass, she caught a glimpse of her own reflection. She hadn’t seen herself in so long. Her dark auburn locks were plastered to her abnormally pasty skin. The green of her eyes was barely visible because they were sunken back in her sockets. She looked like a hot

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