I thought I took Teddy on another grocery store run yesterday, but apparently I didn't.
One of the maids told me I passed out before I could make it to the door.
Must be true 'cause I woke up in my bed this morning like Tuesday never happened. Maybe it was heat exhaustion? Sure, it's December, but c'mon, California's weather is notoriously fucked.
Mom and Dad still don't know about me "fainting." I thought about telling them, but Dad's super busy with some new shitty redlining campaign and Mom's...I'm not too sure actually. She's somewhere. Doing something. Hell if I know. Besides, I don't wanna worry them when it's probably not that big a deal anyway.
Shit.
Teddy.
I hope I didn't scare him. The last thing I want is for him to see me as unreliable or broken or unsafe. If I'm outta commission, the only person he'll have is Mom and that's...I can't predict what'll happen from there.
I don't wanna freak out and jump to all the wrong conclusions.
...I really wish I knew how to fuckin' meditate.
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Teen FictionBOOK 2 OF DIAMONDBACK SERIES "I don't like to think of myself as being like Dad, but sometimes I look in the mirror and see his dark eyes and flared nostrils and creased frown lines. And I hate that about myself." ~~~ After an untimely death in the...
