Memories,sweet memories.They are the reasons for the smiles on our faces, the sparkle in our eyes,the reasons we laugh.
Claire keeps her memories in numerous forms, pictures,journals,recordings etc.
It's her form of therapy,but there's one memory sh...
Sometimes You Have To Accept The Fact That Certain Things Will Never Go Back To How They Used To Be.Life Goes On. -Author Unknown
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Chapter 14
"Claire, wake up." Eily.. Emily
"Claire, please wake up." Emily, why did you go?
"I'm sorry for this." I woke up with a jolt and a screech, after being exposed to cold water, I was totally going to get cold for that.
"W-w-what ha-ha-happened." I stuttered unequivocally whilst rattling my teeth, due to the coldness of the air.
"You passed out, unexpectedly, after some weird, whale scream." noted a figure behind me.
"H-hey! I d-d-do no-not w-whale sc-scre-scream!" I retorted back, with increased rattling, turning around, I see the face of the devil. Alright! I'm just kidding! It was Zachary, unfortunately.
"What are you doing in my house? " I spat out, all the rattling gone and I didn't feel cold, due to my boiling blood. I get mad every time I look at his devilishly handsome, goodie two shoes face.
"I came over, because I had to check up on you." He snorted at my ridiculous behaviour, I'm not saying I acted ridiculous, but his muttering was sure loud enough to hear.
"Why'd you even come? How'd you know I'd be alone? Heck how'd you even get in?" I fired questions at him.
"Your mom called my mom and asked her if it was not much trouble, to check if you're alright hence me being here, your window was open, so I just jumped through." He shrugged and plopped onto the two seater couch.
I'm still on the floor, staring at this weird blonde haired boy, whom my mom summoned to check, if I haven't burnt the house down yet, who jumped through a window and scared the Skittles out of me. Burnt the house down yet, oh shit, the spaghetti!
I got up with a lazy haze and slipped a few times, earning weird looks and stifled laughs from Zachary. Once I got in the kitchen, it smelt heavenly, I don't remember cooking?
"I decided to finish everything for you, so you didn't have to worry, and your mom is going to be here in 10 minutes." I turnds around and gawk at his freakish behaviour, did this dipshit come over to my house, check up on me, lay me on the couch after I passed out, plus cooked?
