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Chapter 1
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I wake up to the sound of my screams. Ugh. I'm having them again.
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I slowly rise and glance around the dark room. My face was wet. Either from sweat or my tears. I didn't know.
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It wasn't long before my parents and my little brother came rushing in. My mother sat by my side and looked at me. She was scared. Afraid. Was she afraid of me? I couldn't tell. I moved my eyes to my father who was by my dressing stand. Also observing me.
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This was the eighth time I had awaken them. Well, my screaming. I wish they would realize that I was different. Different.

"I'm sorry Mom," I said with tears in my eyes "I had no idea-"

"Claire, you can't keep doing this." My father said with annoyance.

"Dad, you know I can't control this! I'm different!" I was about to break. He didn't understand.

"Stop! You are not different! You're crazy. And you've begun to scare Josh. He comes into our room crying most nights." He snapped.
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I looked at my mother, waiting for her to do something. But she won't. She's scared of my father. She never stands up to him. So I have to.
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I don't move for a few seconds. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I couldn't take this. I am not crazy.
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I jumped out of bed and rushed past my family. I ran into the bathroom and let it all out. I cried until I couldn't any more. Why did I have to live like this? Maybe I was crazy.
My thoughts got interrupted when my dad knocked on the door.

"We leave in two hours." My dad quietly said.
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I turned around to look at the old-rusty clock hanging on the bathroom wall. It was one o' clock a.m.
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I had completely forgotten. My parents were sending me away to some 'special place'. I had also forgotten to pack, so I rushed out of the bathroom and into my room (not bothering to wipe my face). Obviously my parents had left the room, but Josh didn't. He had tears in his eyes and was giving me the same look my mother had. Fear.
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I didn't want to say anything. Well I couldn't have anyways because he ran out of the room as soon as he saw me. I sighed and sniffed. I looked over my shoulder to see my luggage. Already packed. I was angry. I charged over to my suitcase and opened it. I grabbed a whole bunch of clothes in both hands and threw them out the my bedroom door. They didn't have the right to touch my stuff. I threw some more clothes.
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I was gonna throw one more handful, until I saw my father standing by my door. His arms were crossed and his eyes were full of hate. He walked towards me and grabbed my arm so hard I could tell I was gonna have a bruise later. With his other hand, he smacked the back of my head. I didn't want to show that I was hurt. But I couldn't act any longer.
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"Joseph, please let go." Said a little voice from behind my father. It was my mother.

My father turned his head and glared at my mother. He let go of my hand and strides towards her. I was scared to know what he was going to do. But he started whispering in her ear. I only made out a few words. Claire-Now-Crazy. At these words, my mothers eyes lowered.

"Claire, we need to head out. So please pack your stuff back into your luggage." My mother said with pain in her voice.

"But Mom-" I said with sorrow.

"Grace," My dad interrupted to speak to my mom, "let me take Claire. You need a break"

My mouth dropped. No. No. No. I will not let him take me. I don't care about the place I'm going. I just care that I make it to that place alive.
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I think my thoughts took me over. I didn't even realize that my dad had grabbed my luggage and had taken it to our car. But my clothes...they were still scattered everywhere.
I looked at my mom. She was staring at me.
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I guess you could say I resembled more of my dad, than I did her. Which is unfortunate. My mother had blonde hair, I had brown. My mother had blue eyes, I had brown. My mother had a light complexion, I had a darker one. The only reason I was dark, was because I spent my summer near the beach. I liked to tan.
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Back to reality, my father pushed my mother out of the way to grab me. His hand grabbed the same spot that was gonna be bruised. I cried out in pain. He just smirked. Then, he lifted me by my arm and yanked me past my own mother. Not letting me say goodbye. He yanked me past Josh's room. Still not letting me say goodbye. He let go of my arm when he past by the fridge. He got a Coors Light out of it. I didn't notice both my mother and my brother behind me. I didn't care if I was crazy. I had to say goodbye. I had to.
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I quickly ran up to my mother and gave her a hug and kissed her on the cheek. I wanted to say 'I love you', but I didn't have much time. I grabbed Josh's small face and kissed him on the forehead.
That's when my father got mad. He grabbed the back of my shirt and pushed me into the garage.

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