Keeping Claire

Chapter Five

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Chapter Five

Claire’s POV-

                The next morning I slept in late dreaming of Cody and that smile. Luckily I didn’t have work. I got up, mad that the dream of a certain dark-haired boy had to end. I went in the kitchen and grabbed a pop-tart. As I walked into my living room, my phone buzzed, notifying me that I had a text. I looked at my phone, then smiled when I saw who it was from: Cody.

Good morning, beautiful. Thought maybe we could go and grab a bite for dinner. Just lemme know:)

I thought about what to reply, thinking my answer over thoroughly. My thumbs did that little dance they do when I’m thinking about what to reply.

Sounds great:) What should I wear???

I sat down and opened the pop-tart, taking small bites as I read through an old issue of SEVENTEEN magazine. My phone went off again. It was from Cody.

Whatever makes you feel comfortable:) Can I pick you up at 7???

I frowned slightly, but then I smiled. What would it hurt if he knew where I lived? He didn’t seem like the stuck-up, conceited type. I told that sounded great and the directions on how to get to my house. He sent back saying he would see me then.

The rest of the day I tidied up my apartment, making sure that I didn’t look like a complete slob. I had just sat down to watch some TV, when my phone buzzed It was Kayla. Did she see me with Cody last night? God, she has the potential to toss my life into a deeper part of hell than it was already in. She knew about my depressed nature and loved to play with it.

I saw you with Cody last night. Keep out of his life. You are not worthy of someone like that. You’ll completely ruin his life and his happiness. You are a complete waste of space on this Earth. He probably doesn’t even like you, he probably had a bet with one of his friends. His friend told me about you last night, in case you were wondering why I knew him. He is going to be mine. So stay away.

I started trembling. Maybe she was right. That thought had been in my head since last night. I was able to push it away until now. It was then that I decided to do what I had been contemplating for a while now.

                Why live a life that isn’t going to help you? Why try to be friends with people when in the end, they have better people for that important role of ‘best friend’ anyway? I was tired of trying to be something I’m not. Why try to compete with this cruel  world when death will accept you with open arms? Death. Sweet, peaceful death. It seemed like a great place to be. No more worrying about bills or getting to work on time. Death would take it away.

                The rest of the day, these thoughts kept going on repeat in my head. I wrote a rather long letter concerning the reason for my death and a few of my possessions that I wanted Sam and Sasha to have. I wrote a part of it to Cody, telling him that it was better this way and that he was a really good person and he needed to stay that way.

                I carefully placed the letter in a crisp, white envelope. I took a dull knife out of the drawer in my kitchen. I had never cut myself before because of my job, but I had seriously contemplated it. I cut both of m wrists. They were right when they said it relieved the pain, but my emotional torment was too much to be taken away with a few scratched to the wrist.

I put on a camisole with a long-sleeved shirt, skinny, jeans, and my converse before I left. I didn’t bother with a jacket, knowing the cold would bother me no more in a few minutes. I tucked the letter on the kitchen counter. Someone would find it soon enough. I then walked to the street where I worked. There was a second story to the building where I worked. I climbed up the steps to the second story, then walked to the other end of the structure, where I hung my legs over the edge of the balcony.

Cody’s POV-

                I pulled up to her apartment in my black SUV. It was a quiet neighborhood. It looked like a place where she might live. I walked up to her door and knocked lightly. No answer. At all. I knocked again, louder. Still no answer. I pounded on the door, yelling her name.

                I twisted the doorknob to find that it was open. I went inside. She had a nice, tidy apartment. I walked into the kitchen. There on the counter sat an envelope. All it had on it were the words To Whom It May Concern.

                I was concerned, so I opened it. Each line made me get filled more with anxiety, anger, and sadness than the one before. I ran out of the house.

She was going to kill herself because that slut Kayla called her useless.

                No, she wasn’t going to kill herself. I wouldn’t let her. I ran as fast as my legs would allow. It was dark outside now. My sudden burst of adrenaline was slowly wearing off as I reached the second story of the building Claire worked in. At the other end, I saw a small outline of a person dangling their legs over the balcony. On the other side of that balcony was seventy feet of nothing but air.

                I ran up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. No response. I’m guessing she was lethargic or asleep.

Regardless, I grabbed her waist and pulled her off of the balcony and set her gently on the ground. She was freezing. I took my jacket off quickly and put it around her. She just stared ahead with a blank expression. I waved my hand in front of her face. No response.

                I picked her up effortlessly. Gosh, she was so light. I walked down the steps on the side of the building, and back to her apartment.