𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

"it's classic you know?" john b says, walking next to jj and claire as the blonde boy has his arm secured around the shorter girls waist.

"she kicks me out because i tell the truth." he rambles.

"right." jj said.

"she's like, "that's it."" the brunette boy continues.

"i know, but dude. her father blew up right infront of her. just give her a minute alright." he says and notices how claire's body tensed as he says his sentence.

"hey derelicts!" a girls voice calls out as a red solo cup comes flying towards john b. they trio looks over to see the girl from their class that invited john b to the bonfire.

"that's you. we're out of here." jj says and guides claire away and towards the drinks.

"shot gun?" he asks her and she shakes her head.

"no thanks." she says quietly causing jj to give her a worried glance.

"you okay?" he asks her and she nods.

"im fine. i just don't feel like drinking right now." she says and he nods slowly as he opens his can of beer and takes a sip. claire suddenly feels nausea coke over her and she excuses herself from the boy and makes her way to the bathrooms. once she gets in there she runs into a stall and throws up everything she had ingested that day. tears brim her eyes at the burning taste in her throat as she sits back against the stall and wipes her mouth with a piece of toilet paper.

"claire? is that you?" a familiar voice asks from outside of the stall. claire slowly stands up and opened the door to see her sister standing there. the older blonde's eyes drift to the toilet that has vomit in it and she grimaced. claire quickly flushed the toilet before returning her attention back to her sister.

"are you okay?" sarah asked carefully, as if claire would break.

"no." claire said quietly. she needed to tell someone everything. someone she trusted. somehow she felt that she couldn't tell jj. she needed to tell sarah, her sister.

"i haven't been okay in weeks, sarah. im just now realizing how bad it's been and- i feel like i can't talk to anyone about it because then they'll worry for me too much and i'll feel like i made them worry. i need to talk to you sarah. i need to talk my my sister." claire said and sarah moves closer to the blonde.

"what's going on?" she asked and claire exhaled a deep breath.

"i've been needing to tell you this for a while now, and it's taken time to tell the the others. and i know- i know that you should've been the first person i told. but it was so hard to tell jj and i couldn't imagine telling you." claire started and sarah's expression turned.

"claire, what's wrong." sarah asked as she took the girls hand in her own.

"ever since you, 'died' i turned into someone i never thought i'd be. i turned into this reckless person that didn't care about anything and it wasn't healthy." claire started, "i-" she tried but couldn't make the words flow from her mouth. tears brimmed her eyes as she blinked and then they finally slipped.

"i started doing drugs." and that's all it took for sarah to let go of her hand and take a step backwards. in that moment, claire knew. she knew she just lost her sister.

"what..?" sarah asked in disbelief. there was a sliver of anger in her voice that made claire feel guilty.

"i thought you were dead, sarah. i thought i lost you forever and i didn't know how to fix it. i turned into my 14 year old self again, the reckless, dangerous part of me that hated everything." claire cried and sarah shook her head.