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The door slammed behind Clawdeen. Slowly, she slid down to the floor. Her hairy hands trace down the floor and curl up into fists. Her room’s air is heavy. It’s been a while since she hasn't opened the windows. Even her curtains are shut.
Today, she looked perfect, as always. She had the prettiest smile plastered on her face. Her shining golden irises were glowing at the sun’s light. Her claws looked stunning and her afro was lovely, as always. School went well, people were nice.
But Draculaura…
Draculaura asked Clawdeen, once again, to go on a blind date. « I promise my cousin is the nicest ! » « You already postponed last time… » « We could go on a double date with Clawd and I! »
« A double date… » she thought to herself as she felt her heart shattering in her chest, falling down her stomach. She felt heavier and heavier.
No one ever saw that side of clawdeen. Clawdeen never gets into trouble. Clawdeen is never weak. Clawdeen always helps everyone. That’s what they all thought, right?
She crawled and got up, looking at her reflection. Her puffy eyes lost their shine. Her lipstick smudged all over her chin and her nose was stuck. All she saw was despair in the mirror. All she wanted was to scream - shout - or yell. Anything.
God she wanted someone to see, someone to notice, and someone to care.
The ghoul opened the drawer, letters falling to the ground. Dry bouquet getting stuck in the furniture. She had to force it. The drawer broke and the drawer fell.
« What was that?! » Yelled Clawdia.
« Nothing! Nothin’ at all… »
It couldn’t be fixed, so the girl sat beside it. Looking at the shattered wood pieces. She felt just like that, broken and shattered because people force her. Force her to be someone she’s not.
That ghoul is full of love, full of pretty words and flowers bloom into her heart. The worst is that it never gets out. It never leaves the depth of her throat and it gets stuck.
Being extroverted and talkative doesn’t mean she can say all she had on her mind. And especially not that she was already in love. Her friends will be disappointed, her friend will be disgusted, Clawdeen thought. So she kept it all in.
She picked up a rose and tore apart a petal. Two petals. Three petals. All of the petals and left them on the dark purple carpet. It was a pink rose, just like her. Like her unrequited love for her best friend. This was for the bubbly and sweet Draculaura.
Eventually, Clawdeen thought it would be too saf to keep those little petals on the floor so she picked them up and put the in an envelope. A piece of paper who kept warm pages of sweet words.
The girl looked through it all again. Either it was beautiful or painful. Love letters in a pile that she thought she would finally show her. That is why Draculaura never enters Clawdeen’s room. That would be too awful to look at. The little vampire prefere going to her werewolf boyfriend’s room, leaving her friend crying and tearing herself apart, slamming all her stuff into the walls.
Her logic told her « You should stop all this quick. » but her bleeding heart answered « I can’t. It’s too hard.
It’s too strong, stronger than I. »