Keeping Claire

Chapter Two

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Chapter Two

Claire’s POV-

                “Thank you, have a nice day!” Sam put on her fake smile while handing an older aged woman the merchandise she purchased. “I swear, I thought she was going to stay here until she actually did bite the dust.” She said as the elderly woman walked outside.

I chuckled. “Hey, that’s mean!”

                “Oh, come on, Claire! Don’t tell me that you weren’t thinking the same thing after she asked for the hundredth time where the ‘R’ section was.” She laughed.

                I had to join in. It was true, she was rather annoying. But death was a touchy subject for me. I never could figure out why, it just was.

                “Well, since we still have an hour to go in this place, I’m going to go and get a snack. Do you want anything?” She asked as she put her coat on.

                “No, I’ll be fine. Thank you, though.” I smiled at her.

                “Claire, can I ask you a question?” She asked sheepishly.

                “Yeah, sure.” I said while reorganizing CDs for the seemingly thousandth time that day.

                “How come I’ve never seen you eat?” She asked while watching the ground.

                I thought for a moment, carefully wording my answer in my head. I wasn’t about to spill to her that I usually didn’t eat because I felt self-conscious , even if I wasn’t in front of someone.

                “Well, I just don’t eat a lot. I never have.” I said while praying in my head that she didn’t question farther.

                She contemplated for a second, toying with the idea that I was hoping wouldn’t come true.

                “Okay.” She said smiling. Then she pushed open the door, letting the cool October breeze into the shop. I slightly shivered.

                Now I was in a dangerous situation: being alone. This is when those tiny, dark thoughts entered my head. They filled my body with the reasons to stop living. Sometimes I shut them out; sometimes I believed them. Just as they set in, someone walked in the door. Not expecting the immediate confrontation, the stranger startled me into dropping the CD I was about to put in the disc player.

                “Oh, sorry,” I fumbled with the CD then looked up to find a familiar face. I had seen Cody around the store a lot more lately than in the past. Woman’s intuition said that he liked me, but those dark little thoughts told me he liked Sam because I wasn’t good enough to be liked by a normal person.