Chapter 35

Claire’s POV (Point Of View)

I fluttered my eyes open and looked down to the ruffled duvet. I scratch my eyes with my fist trying to clear my vision. I took the duvet and went upstairs. “I could have sworn I was just watching TV.” I said groggily, the boys must have arrived.

I slowly opened the door as it many small squeaky noise. “Shhh.” I placed my index on my lips, trying to shush the inanimate door.

I relaxed on my bed as I unplugged my phone. I always come back to I*******m and Tiktok but it has never really made me content but I was a bit satisfied. There’s always this pang in my heart when I see myself laughing and making good memories. Am I really unworthy of happiness? , I sometimes thought to myself but after Chloe’s death, I actually feel like I’m unworthy.

Seeing her life flash before my eyes in a split second felt like my heart had been chunked off and part of my soul has been ripped away from me. In that moment, a felt a strong connection and pain with that classmate I pr