I saw an empty journal lying on the desk across from me. I stood up, shaking a little from what I'd seen and opened it up. It was empty. Smiling, I grabbed a pencil and started writing from the one day I'd been to that party. I started the story at where I saw Lincoln in Dags diner.
"Dawn! What are you doing in there?"
"Not anything you were doing!" I shot back, scribbling down words. Turning around, I glared at Troy as he walked in. "Were you having sex with Ann?"
His face flushed. "No... we were just changing because we'd gone on a run. That's why the lights were off, so we couldn't see each other."
"Why did Ann yell your name then?" I blurted, launching myself at him and slapping him on the stomach.
"Because I was standing on her shirt on accident.."
I narrowed my eyes. "Sure."
He giggled. "Believe what you want to believe."
I hid the journal under the bed and went into the living room. Flopping down on the couch, I turned on the tv. An ad with Riane and Trojan came on. They looked absolutely perfect, as usual. That got me thinking though. Why wasn't Trojan ready to marry? Why was Riane not at work. She's never sick!! UGHH! "Troy!!!" I called his name and waited until he entered the room to ask him my question. "Do you think Riane and Trojan will get married?"
"Hmm.." He glanced sideways in thought. "Maybe."
"What!?" I leaned forward and rolled onto my back. "Why wouldn't they get married? They are perfect."
"Things change Dawn. You never know what could be going on when you don't see them."
"True." I curled up into a ball and stared up at the tv screen. I just wanted Riane out of the way so that Lincoln never fell in love with her. She always seemed to think every guy was in love with her, and usually she was right. I would dread the moment she thought Lincoln was in love with her, cause then I would never be able to have him.
Troy raised his eyebrows and shrugged, then left the room.
I felt that feeling coming back again, where I felt like curling up and launching myself into a pool and just letting myself sink to the bottom. I didn't want to lose him. Not this time. "I don't want to lose." I whispered. Even though Riane was my friend, she was secretly my enemy. I always felt like something was wrong when I was around her, but her carefree personality promised innocence and a love for her friends that never ceased. I couldn't blame her for looking a certain way or what I felt. I was probably just wrong, and besides, Riane got called names all the time even by her own friends, probably because others might be jealous or racist.
"HHH" I felt my mouth open in a soundless wail and tears slid down my cheeks. I wrapped my arms around myself and fell face first into the couch pillow. Depression was unforgiving, it engulfed you like a dark cloud and would never rise. It was like an eternal migraine that slowly tore you from the inside out. "UUGHH!!!" I jumped up from the couch and grabbed my bag then ran out the door.
