004: [2nd floor hallway] I tried to be someone else (but nothing seemed to change).
Claire woke up to the sound of her own scream. She pushed herself upright, pulling in deep breaths and taking in her surroundings. It only took her a few seconds to see that she was still in the apartment she shared with Sylar. He was laying in his bed on the opposite side of the room, and she could just barely make out Noah curled up next to him. Relief flooded through her as she began to settle down, realizing that it was a just a dream. A bad one, but she would still take that over it becoming reality.
She pushed the covers aside and climbed out of bed, carefully making her way out of the bedroom in the darkness. It'd be pretty stupid of her to wake Noah up by tripping over something if the noise she'd make waking up hadn't bothered him, so she tried her best to be quiet. When she got to the living room, she turned on the lights and walked over to the closet to pull out one of her hooded sweatshirts. She almost stopped by the kitchen to get a drink of water, but she was more interested in collecting her thoughts than anything else, so she stepped out in the hallway. It was empty, as she expected, and she slid down to the floor, curling up with her back against the wall.
In her dream, she had been completely alone. Parts of New York City had been left standing, but it was more pieces of buildings than anything else, with bodies decaying in the rubble. She had found Peter's just before she had forced herself awake, and the mental image sent a chill through her. Peter had disappeared from the city, and after interrogating her for a while, the receptionist had given up and admitted that both Peter and her dad has been sent home. Claire wanted to be happy for them, but in some ways, she felt like they had abandoned her.
Sooner her later, her life would become something resembling her nightmares. She was meant to end up alone. It wasn't just a dream, it was her future.
Could anyone blame her for not wanting to go back to bed?
She pushed the covers aside and climbed out of bed, carefully making her way out of the bedroom in the darkness. It'd be pretty stupid of her to wake Noah up by tripping over something if the noise she'd make waking up hadn't bothered him, so she tried her best to be quiet. When she got to the living room, she turned on the lights and walked over to the closet to pull out one of her hooded sweatshirts. She almost stopped by the kitchen to get a drink of water, but she was more interested in collecting her thoughts than anything else, so she stepped out in the hallway. It was empty, as she expected, and she slid down to the floor, curling up with her back against the wall.
In her dream, she had been completely alone. Parts of New York City had been left standing, but it was more pieces of buildings than anything else, with bodies decaying in the rubble. She had found Peter's just before she had forced herself awake, and the mental image sent a chill through her. Peter had disappeared from the city, and after interrogating her for a while, the receptionist had given up and admitted that both Peter and her dad has been sent home. Claire wanted to be happy for them, but in some ways, she felt like they had abandoned her.
Sooner her later, her life would become something resembling her nightmares. She was meant to end up alone. It wasn't just a dream, it was her future.
Could anyone blame her for not wanting to go back to bed?