Chloe twisted her can, fiddling with the tab until it came off. She lifted her shoulder, eyes on the table.
"'Cause I killed my someone, more than one someone," she said softly, her voice merely a whisper. "And I- I just don't think people should be nice to me even though I didn't- I didn't mean to."
She sniffed, dabbing at her eyes again. "Ain't nothin' new for someone to have killed, I know that but- I-"