Keeping Claire

Chapter One

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Chapter One

Claire’s POV-

The early morning sun woke me as it appeared through the blinds of my window. It was going to be another miserable day going to my miserable job and then returning home to my miserable apartment. Nevertheless, I got up, slipped some clothes, brushed my teeth, and then, before leaving for work, studied myself in the mirror of my tiny bathroom.

                Most would say that I was attractive. I ran my fingers through my long, brown hair as I studied further. I had good skin with not to many blemishes. I still thought of myself as odd-looking. This was probably because I had studied myself so much these past few months. But I couldn’t ponder over the ins and outs of myself anymore; it was time for work.

                The cool autumn breeze teased my hair as I walked along the busy street to my job. People were already starting to ready their shops for the rush of the Saturday crowd. I had grown kind of fond of the little street I worked on. It was very quaint, but still very modern and nice-looking. It was probably the only thing that brought me happiness in my life. It reminded me of a different time in my life; A time where the only thing that filled my heart was happiness. Now that happiness had been replaced with hurt, sadness, and resentment towards the miserable life I held.

                I wondered through the aisles of the local shop I worked at to the backroom where I retrieved my name tag and clocked myself in. As I did so, I could hear someone walk through the door. Samantha walked up beside me and clocked herself in.

                “Good morning, Claire.” She said as I fumbled with my name tag.

                I looked up to see her laugh lightly as the relentless name tag would not cooperate. “Good morning.” I said, smiling.

                I had grown to like Sam. She was something else that brought joy to my life. The longer we worked together, the better friends we became. We had been other places together than just work, but like most people in my life, I kept her at arm’s length. It’s not that I didn’t like her, I just didn’t want her to get hurt because of my depressed state. She tried talking to me a few times about it, but I just pushed her away for fear of causing her pain. I don’t know what I would do if she ended up like me: Tired of trying to live. We smiled at each other before assuming our positions at the register of Creekside CD Store.