100 hours fifteen minutes and thirty eight seconds later.
I stare at the scene in front of me, taking everything in slowly. There are seagulls. There are people. There is a lot of black. There are ashes. As far as I am concerned this memorial service is a complete waste of time and the biggest load of shit to ever grace this earth. Not only is most of the crowd made up of people he strongly dislikes-liked. Disliked. But also the eulogies are bullshit after bullshit. How he was a god fearing fellow. Never partied. Always focused on football and school. How he was a perfectly whole human being. I mean jesus christ did anyone other than me even know him?
His parents of course planned all of this. And I do have to say it is going better than his tenth birthday party that they planned when they accidentally booked a male stripper instead of a clown, since no one has called the police, but minus the cop action this is atrocious. A complete disgrace to him. To what he deserves.
I stand next to Cass who has not let me out of her sight for fifty hours straight, and also next to his parents who I have never disliked more in my life than this moment right now. I just need to get out. So in the middle of the priest going on about how Owen will be greatly missed, even though he never met him, I slip away. I don't even really notice that i'm walking away until the sea of black clothed mourners are out of view. All except for one.
I knew that he would come. He has no right to, but I knew he was going to come. I counted on that. What I didn't count on was for him to follow me as I left the service at the beach, jogging after me and calling my name. No I did not count on that.
"Clara. Claire. Can you wait a second?" He hisses as he follows me off the beach.
I myself am jogging to try and get away from him, but I am in a dress and lack motivation to do much of anything let alone run in a full out sprint to avoid him. Which I find strange because I have ran sixty miles in the past four days. Running has been the only thing that I have been able to do. That and count seconds. I don't know why I can't run away from him. It surely isn't that I want to talk to him.
My knees start to feel weak, well weaker than they have lately, as I listen to his footsteps approach. I don't know what keeps me from collapsing down onto the sound below me. An unknown force keeps me from falling. And I know if i'd fall i'd lose whatever composure I have left and start to scream and cry like the four year old that I am.
Thankfully I don't fall to the ground.
I have made a list of people that I don't want to speak to until I feel whole again. Maybe not even after that. Number one on the very tippy top of that list happens to be a man that goes by the name of, Jimmy Reyes. Who happens to be standing right behind me.
I could name a million reasons why I loath Owen's brother. Millions. He is a selfish asshole that has no care for others and is a roach that needs to be stomped on. I despise Jimmy Reyes. I don't know why I didn't run away from him faster, but now he's right behind me and I have no choice.
"Claire. I'm-can we go get coffee or something? I really want to talk to you."
I do not accept this invitation because he just lost his only brother. I do not feel bad for him. He lost my respect years ago. He lost Owen years ago. I don't know why I say yes. I don't know why I make any of the decisions I do lately. Or ever. It might have to do with the fact that he lost Owen a long time ago. He came to me because he wants me to help him, but I think he might be the one ending up helping me. He knows what it's like to live without the ones you love. Maybe even more than I do.
Jimmy and I walk to a dive looking dinner, just off the beach in complete and utter silence. I don't say anything to him not him to me. It has to be no surprise to Jimmy that I hate him. I haven't exactly tried to keep it a secret. It has never been hush hush. So I have no idea why he came to me. Honestly, at this point he's the only person I hate more than myself.
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Teen FictionLiving in Hawaii her whole life, Clara Stryder is more than accustomed to uncertainty. The people she sees walking along the beach today she most likely won't see tomorrow. The waves that crash against the shore today might not even make it to the s...