Don't Go. (EDITING)

Chapter 13

I don't sleep at all.

My head pounds when I slip out of my bed, walk down the hall and down the stairs.

Mom's in the kitchen already. She's wearing her work clothes and cutting up an apple for her lunch.

"Hey, your up early." She says when she see's me. I nod and yawn.

"I couldn't sleep." I respond.

"Oh. Do you have any idea why?" She stops to look over at me as I fall into a stool at the island.

"No. Maybe. Kinda." I sigh.

"Well why is it?" She goes back to chopping. The knife cutting through the apple and squirting juice onto the cutting board.

"Well Lorne's dad was coming home early because he was fired. And Dad was hired right after Lorne's dad was fired. And they have the same job. So if Dad hadn't gotten Lorne's dad's job, he wouldn't have died, and Jax wouldn't have been hurt." I put my face in my hands and gently rub my temples.

"So you've gotten it in your head that it's all your fault that those things have happened?" Mom asks. She drops her cut apple in a zip-lock baggy and than places it in her lunch box.

"Yeah. But it is my fault."

"No." Mom laughs softly. How can she laugh at a time like this? "It's no ones fault. It just happened. I believe that everything happens for a reason." She leans down and kisses me on my forehead. "Bye sweet. Get some sleep." Than she grabs her work bag and jumps steps out of the door.

"That didn't help Mom." I say to myself. Standing up, I glace at the clock. "7:32?" I say, walking over to the clock. I shake my head and walk back up to my room. I lay in my bed and stare at the wall for another hour.

Than, I get a text.

*Hey.

-Lorne*

My stomach drops. I can't talk to him like this! Not ever if I am the reason his dad is dead!

*Can't talk rn sorry!

-Camille*

*Ok text you later.

-Lorne*

I set my phone aside and sprawl out on the bed, my arms and legs flopped out like a starfish. I can't do this. I cover my face with my hands. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh!

I frown and let out a moan.

"Camille?" Piper appears at my bedroom door.

"Yeah?" I say, sitting up to look at her.

"Are you okay?" She asks. I nod and lay back down. Piper lays down on my bed next to me.

"I heard your conversation with Mom. You think it's your fault?"

"It is! It is! It's all my fault."

"Well... technically, it's my fault too. And Mom's and Dad's and even Lorne's fault. And we could have prevented it." Piper says. " We can't do anything about itnow, so don't dwell on it. Okay?" I sigh as her words sink in.

"Okay, I guess your kind of right. But I still don't know why Jax was racing down the highway. I need to find that out before I can relax." I sit up and trot over to my closet.

"Bye." Piper leaves and I say goodbye back.

I rake through my clothes until I find a reddish plaid shirt and black shorts. I throw them on over a whitish-grey tee, and than slip on grey vans. I add a thin silver necklace with a small silver dragonfly smaller than my forefinger nail. Than I walk downstairs.