Feeder (Prologue)
Feeder
Prologue
"It gets better." He’d said to me, "Life after high school, it gets a lot better."
What a fucking load of bullshit. College sucked. Life sucked. He sucked. Every single living organism in this world was idiotic to me. If I did one thing right for someone else, it would come back to me, only not good things would happen- but bad ones.
I had told him how I felt, and he'd run away- without even single reply. Instead I was left alone in my room as he blinked, and teleported away.
Weeks passed by, and not a single word from him. He didn't show up at any Petrelli gatherings, or returned my calls. It was as if he had dropped off the face of the earth.
Then Nathan told me. Peter had gone away and accepted an internship at a hospital on the west coast. It was like a literal blow to my face. He hadn't even bothered saying goodbye or, letting me know he'd leave. It wasn't fair, wasn't right- How could he do it so abruptly?
It wasn't like I had thrown myself at him- or begged him to sleep with me, although- that would have been nice. Still, it wasn't like I had done something dramatic. All I had said was, "I like you- and I know I shouldn't, but I do."
He sits at the corner of my darkened room, with Raybans on now, and its been a year. I tell him its dark, but he doesn't listen- I tell him to come closer to me, but he says he can't. I ask him, why he left, and he says I know why. I tell him, I'm sorry, I know I disgusted him, and he snickers.
I want him to leave, and I guess that he reads my mind, and even though its dark, and the only light coming into the room are from the stars outside- I can see him shake his head.
So I say it- because I can't stand him being here right now- I know we haven't seen each other for a while, and that I've had time to think- but his sudden appearance has taken me off guard- and I don’t want to say something I might regret later.
But he says no- he stands up, slowly moving closer to me- with such grace. He's paler- he's slightly skinnier, and when his fingers brush my cheekbone, I shiver- he's as cold as ice.
"I need you, Claire- I need your help." he murmurs.
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I'm testing this out- if it sounds interesting to you guys- i'll continue. I already have the whole thing written in my head- but eehh- you guys might be some reluctant to read. Tell me if you like it- if you do I'll continue. :)