Too Close

"Beats me" Chloe replied blandly causing her mother to give her a disapproving look in order to show Chloe that she was not happy with her response.

"Chloe…" her mother said in a near scolding tone causing Chloe to groan loudly and put her head in her arms as they rested on the table.

"Mum I couldn't care less" Chloe muttered with disdain in her voice.

"No doubt it'll be the same all over again- hate, rumors or he runs away because of what the people say about me" Chloe said weakly, sadly this left her mother giving her a sad look.

"I know darling, but may this time it'll be different, he might-"

"Mum I doubt that it ever will! Besides I have no time for romance nor do I want any friends, especially guys after what happened last time" Chloe stressed as she peeked her head up slightly so her mother could see her pained eyes.

The older woman winced from the memory.

"Chloe… you shouldn't allow what happened to push people away" Chloe's eyes narrowed.

"They pushed me away mum! They all started rumours and I tried so hard, so hard to stand up for myself but it was always on deaf ears!"

"No one will ever believe you" Chloe went rigid from the hushed whispers catching her mother's attention.

"Chloe?" the older woman placed her hand on her daughter's tense shoulder the moment she saw that there was a change in her daughter's eyes- fear.

But why?

What caused this?

"They'll just think that you're crazy, so if you tell then what?" Chloe went pale as the voices continued to speak, at that moment she wanted nothing more than to drop the glass so she could place her hands to her ears in order to cover them but they would still find away to make their voices heard.

"Chloe what's wrong?" her mother asked, her voice slightly shaking as she voiced her concerned but Chloe didn't hear or notice her given that her attention was on the voices.

"It won't make any difference" Chloe felt her shoulders sag from their words, they were right but why her though?

Why was she hearing their voices?

They were anything but friendly and no doubt they were the ones who killed her friend Harry.

But how?

Why?

Because to them he was not trustworthy?

But then if he was not trustworthy then who was?

She was scared and didn't know who to turn to or trust.

"To them- you are crazy" the whisper said in a suave tone, almost making her think that it was mocking her.

"Chloe!" Chloe jumped the moment she heard the sharp tone of her mother causing her to knock the glass over, spilling the orange substance over the table which then started to drip on the floor, this caused the shaky girl to stand up and whine before she tried to get something to sort out the mess.

As soon as Chloe tried to mop up the mess did she turn to look at her mother, she froze when she saw her mother's stunned eyes as she too was standing up to avoid the mess.

Did she do something wrong?

"Chloe what is wrong with you?!" The mother cried in alarm as she stared at her pale daughter who looked down and winced from how she allowed the voices to get to her.

How could they not?

They made her feel like she was going crazy from the fact that she was hearing things.

This wasn't her, she was not going insane so how could she explain all this?

"Mum I can hear voices, do you think I am going crazy?" even the idea of telling her mother would not end well and no doubt would result her being forced to take medication, something that she did not want.

Nor did she want to be in a straight jacket because of this.

"Uh-" Chloe's shoulders sagged again leaving her mother feeling frustrated for not knowing what was going on with her own daughter.

Was it because she spoke about her daughter's friend?

What could she do though?

How could she help her own daughter who was pushing her own mother away, and as a result it was leaving the older woman feeling completely powerless.

She could help couldn't she?

The mother may not know how to help but talking about it was something right?

"Chloe, please talk to me" the mother pleaded.

"I can't help you if you don't tell me what's going" Chloe's mother said with a worried look as she placed her hand on her daughter's, only to have Chloe's hand moved backwards as she felt like like she had been electrocuted by the touch of her own mother.

"No one can help me, not even you mother" Chloe thought with a pained look on her face that left her mother shocked at what she was seeing.

What was happening to her little girl?

Not knowing why this was happening or what was going on had terrified the mother a lot to the point that she didn't know how to help.

How could she know or help when her own daughter was too afraid to talk to her?

"Sorry" Chloe muttered as she grabbed her bag strap before pulling on it causing the bag to be lifted off the ground, without looking back she walked out the kitchen.

"Chloe!" Her mother cried as she stood up but instead of going after her daughter, her own feet felt as if they were glued to the floor.

Leaving the woman to feel as she was forced to stand there and watch Chloe leave the room.

Chloe remained in her room with a brooding look as she laid against the wall of her bedroom, she sat cross legged on her own bed while thinking about her attitude towards her mother.

She knew that her mother meant well but there were things that you just couldn't talk about.

To make it worse the voices had come back, leaving her at a state of unease just like before making her more on edge.

Completely scaring the teen on what would happen next and who would suffer because of her.

After all bad things had happened to Harry because she was close to him, so then who's to say that it won't affect her parents as well?

And the last thing she wanted was to lose them because they got too close.