𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

property of: claire cameron

it had been 5 days since sarah and john b had been presumed dead at sea. what can i say? it's not like i expected some happy ending or some shit, where we get the gold and we're all happy. no. the worst happened. my sister is dead, because she decided to jump on a boat with her boyfriend who was being framed for a murder my brother commited. i've started doing drugs. i know. i shouldn't have. but after sarah was pronounced dead i felt like a piece of me died too. sarah was my twin sister. nobody wants to hear someone they love is dead. they found the boat but they didn't find any bodies. which means, my sister and john b are still alive. i know they are but part of me thinks im just in denial. i probably am. that's where the drugs come in handy, pain killers, cocaine, weed. i've always done weed. that night, i walked in on rafe doing a line of coke. i waited for him to leave his room before taking some of the white powder out of his ziplock baggie and slipping it into my shorts. i walked into my room and locked the door. i grabbed a dollar bill and formed a line with the powder. god that shit burns your nose. but it feels so good. i've gotten control of it. i go into rafe's room every week. thursday at 7:23 p.m. he goes to get his coke from barry at 7:20. the drive is about 11 minutes and that gives me just enough time to sneak in and out. im not planning on telling anyone about the drugs. when jj finds out i know he'll get mad because of what he's seen his dad go through. i take 4 pain killers a day. the pharmacist in the cut is so gullible. she knows about me getting shot. i tell her about how bad the shot was and she gladly gives me at least 3 small prescription bottles a week. she has dementia. she forgets everything that happens in the past week so every time i go there, i tell her i was shot 2 days ago. she always believes it.

now claire's standing here next to jj, pope and kiara, wiping her nose every few minutes to make sure there's no left over coke visible.

pope was standing near a tree in john b's yard, carving a large, flat indent into the tree. claire and kie had gone inside and collected a box of john b's things. this is the first time all of them had met up as a group since john b and sarah died.

jj heated up a tool and carved words into the tree.

2003 2020

John B Routledge

P4L

jj pulled out his flask while pope, claire, and kiara all held a beer.

"to john b." jj says.

"and to sarah." kie adds and everyone takes a sip of their alcohol.

here's a fun fact. you ready? here we go. everyone you know, will die. and when by everyone i mean everyone. your mother, brother, sister, father, all of your friends, and all your enemies.

claire was now standing with her family at sheriff peterkins funeral, trying to act like she's not standing next to the murderer. she and shoupe made eye contact multiple times, it was obvious he knew something was up with the cameron's. he was right. they weren't acting normal. not even claire. everyone in town had noticed something odd about claire cameron and how she just completely stopped caring about anything after her sister died. she stopped caring about looking before crossing the street, resulting in at least 3 near death experiences. she stopped caring about the speed limit every time she drove, hoping she would get hit head on and die. she didn't want to only die because of sarah, but because her life was slowly falling apart and she knew there was no point in living anymore. the only person keeping her from killing herself was jj maybank.

"okay im not sure but i think they can see us from here." pope says as kie finishes spray painting the cameron's stone wall. they of course asked claire if she was okay with them doing it, and to their surprise, she brought the spray paint and came with them.