Chapter 9
Lost It
My head throbbed and I groaned, rolling over in my bed. Why do I have such a headache? I never get headaches…
Suddenly, images from last night flashed through my head. The closet. Christy and Sam. Sam and I on the porch. I groaned again and looked around myself at the empty room. Where the hell was I? Shit, Julie and Christy are going to be so pissed at me. I sat up in bed and the room seemed to spin a little bit.
Maybe… after another little nap I’ll be able to actually get up and get out of here. So I lay my head back down in the comfy pillows and felt sleep take over me again.
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When I woke up again the room now occupied two other people. Sam and a guy I didn’t exactly recognize.
“… hey?” I said, sitting up and looking at them.
“Hi,” was all they said.
I awkwardly lay back down and looked at the ceiling. “Wow, how much did I even drink last night?”
“That’s exactly what I was wondering,” the guy next to Sam muttered.
“This is Hank. His house and stuff,” Sam explained.
“Ohh…” I said. “So I’m still in Hank’s house… where exactly?”
“The attic,” Hank answered.
I sat there for a moment, processing everything. “Are Christy and Julie still here?”
“Not sure. A lot of people are.”
“They’re gonna be so pissed at me,” I sighed.
“Who cares?” Sam asked me.
“I need to find them and take them back to Christy’s if they are here,” I said, sitting up.
That was when I saw it. Looking down at my right hand, on my ring finger, my mother’s ring disappeared. I felt myself starting to panic.
“Oh my God!” I said, jumping up and looking around.
“What?” Sam asked me.
“My ring! Oh God it’s gone,” I said, starting to panic. “I had it last night when I came here but now it’s gone!”
“Don’t worry… everything usually pops up after I’m finished cleaning,” Hank said.
I shook my head and looked through the bed for it, and before I knew it I had searched the whole room. Nowhere. It wasn’t anywhere. My world turned a dark gray as I felt like I was suffocating. How could I do this? I how could I be stupid enough to lose the thing that’s probably the most important to me right now? I put my head in my hands and took in a few deep breaths.
“We’ll find it,” Sam said reassuring, touching my back.
“You don’t understand,” I said, panicked. “It’s really important to me.”
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You Are My Only Sunshine
Teen FictionI look around myself, and all I see is gray... 16 year old Quinn Heart knew something was wrong. No one should ever feel as sad as she does every day... Finally, she figures out she was right. She’s diagnosed with depression, Bipolar Disorder. Just...