FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter. 06 (Slight Edit)

"He tells me that a lot, I think it's pretty normal."

"Let me know when your Dad is coming and I'll tell my Dad, he better be able to get some free time and not bale."

"Your Dad's a detective it can't be helped."

Shortly afterword's the two fell silent as Nina then switched the channel and Charla finished and cleaned up she looked back to Nina and found that the girl was absorbed in a quiz show and chose not to bother her. Heading up to her room Charla placed her bag on the floor and falling on to her bed, she closed her eyes and recalled the dream of that particular memory that she had while in school.

She stared at her hand, watching the individual fingers move in silence while she lay on her side she continued to do this for a while before hearing a knock at her door. Sitting up Nina opened it and said. "I'm going to head to bed, so I'll see you in the morning. Try to sleep better tonight okay?"

"Okay, good night Nina,"

Nina paused when leaving to look back at Charla and asked. "I noticed this before but I didn't say anything... um, are you okay? You look kind of pale. Did something happen?"

Charla merely looked to Nina before smiling sweetly at her. "I'm okay; you don't have to worry about me."

"O-okay, if you're sure."

"I am, good night Nina."

With one last look of uncertainty Nina silently closed the door and left Charla alone. With a breath Charla looked down to her hands for a moment saw them covered in blood she clenched her hands tightly to push it away before the buzzing sound of her phone drew her attention getting up off her bed she went back to her bag and saw it was her father calling.

"Hi Dad..." Charla said softly as she pushed back her hair and leaned up against the wall of her room, the faint sound of rain now lightly tapping against the window.

"Evening sweetie, how are you doing?"

It took a moment for Charla to speak. "I'm okay I guess, some things happened today at school. I made a friend for one, or at least I think I have."

"Oh? What's this friend's name?"

"Alex Maxwell, she's a girl in the same class as me, she even helped me find my way to school. She seemed really nice."

"That's good," he said sounding rather happy. "Is it any better than your old school?"

"I'm not sure yet, it's still only my first day, besides it... didn't really last long."

"Did you blackout?" his voice turning to that of concern.

"Yeah... I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize for that, no matter what you never do alright Charla?" when his daughter said nothing he added. "I did tell the Student Councillor about this along with the Principal so it shouldn't cause too much of an issue for them. Did they send you home?"

"They did, even though I told them I was fine. There are very different from my old school, even on my way home there was..." she recalled the man on the motorcycle staring at her in silence.

"There was what?" her father asked drawing her back to the conversation.

"That girl I mentioned, Alex? She ended up walking with me around Sharlton a bit so I could get the lay of the land at least to an extent. She didn't really feel comfortable with me walking home alone with what just happened."

"I see, well I hope you like my hometown Charla, when I come to visit I'll show you some secret spots that no one else knows of."

Charla laughed slightly but then began to recall all of the different people that she met and how they all seemed to treat her. It was a strange feeling that she just couldn't shake off.

"This town is weird..." Charla nearly whispered.

"Hmm?"

"Everyone is so nice to me...I... I don't know how to feel about it," she let out a shaky breath as tears began to cloud her vison. "And yet it keeps making me think of one thing. It makes me wish that Carlin and I were born here instead, how stupid is that?" her father remained silent and she added. "I... I miss him Dad..."

"I miss him too," Johan said before asking. "Did you have another dream of him?"

Charla was quite.

"It's okay Charla," her father said softly making her feel like he was in the room with her. "I'm right here; I'm not going anywhere I promise."

"I'm sorry..." she said after being silent for so long. "I shouldn't say such things; it'll just make us feel worse." Clearing her throat Charla said. "Um, how are things at home? Is it super busy with your work?"

Her father didn't respond right away before he let out a tired breath. "It could be worse, but it could be better too. I guess you could say its split down the middle right now with how picky some of these people are."

Charla and her father then completely avoided the topic about school entirely, she knew her father didn't want to push her on subjects that he felt would make her uncomfortable or upset her any more than it already had. And as much as Charla kept it to herself, she was grateful for this, and that her father understood her so well, unlike her mother...

After saying her goodbyes to her father Charla rested her head on top of her legs and closed her eyes remaining like that for a while before opening them and looked to the photo that she had and stared down at it as her eyes slowly seemed to be taken by a dark shadow. "I wonder how long it'll be before even we become a distant memory. But even then I know the scares will never leave no matter how long time moves on..."