I really did it! I ran away!

I finally did what I have been threatening to do off and on for the past few years. I stole my Daddy’s car and ran away. Really! I totally mean it this time! I grabbed Dad’s box of diary entries for each of his bag and tags.

And I’m going to use it to kill Sylar- I mean protect everyone I love. Totally.

I’ve completely got it made, I mean, sure bio-mom was a real biotch, not teaching me how to fight and trying to like, suffocate me or something with a loophole in my powers. She was all “You need to protect yourself before you protect anyone else Claire,” And then started asking all these dumb questions about my powers.

I was like “I can’t get hurt ok? Didn’t I already say that?” And she went all “Fahre powers go!”

And lit up the shed. At first I was all “Psh, whatever, you can’t hurt me,” Then she got all pissy and amped up the heat. I told her to quit it because I couldn’t breath, you know, and she starts getting all sadistic, asking me why I really wanted to fight.

So I told her I wanted to hurt him. I mean, is it that hard to figure out? Do you really need me to say it? He mind raped me, then made me all emo like Uncle Super Cute Peter and black is totally not my color. Look!

See? It makes me look all angry! I have to look cute and peppy! Like this!

So it sounded kinda bad when I said it out loud. Like I really was going to dye my perfect hair and start shooting everyone. So I started to cry ’cause that always works with dad. She stopped the heat wave and tried to get all motherly and sympathetic. “Ahm sorry Claire,” She drawled. “I did it because ah caaare about you…” And I went “Get off of me psycho, you’re not my mom,” It made no sense, but it sounded good right before I stormed off.

So I stole Dad’s box, brushed Lou away (he wouldn’t understand) and got started. And you know, I think I’ll be ok. If worse comes to worse I can use the box as a house like I said I would the last few times I threatened to run away…

So like I said, I’ve got it made. I have a super nice box, a half a gallon of gas, and some of Uncle Super Cute Peter’s black clothes and rusty razors until I find Sylar and make him fix me so I can feel pain again and at least go back to pretending to be normal. I would hate to go psycho, screw up my hair and start smashing little kids, you know?

It sounds crazy, but it all starts with the black clothes and emo personality for me. So I’m gonna fix it, even if I have to sleep in a box and sell company secrets for gasoline and for a road map ’cause I kinda forgot to bring one… Anyway. Whatever.