It has now been 5 months since my sisters and I moved in with Danneel and Jensen. Its been five months since I lost my best friend... my mom. I miss her like crazy. I carry around her songbook everywhere. Still trying to finish the song. Without realizing it I've kinda become... shut off I guess? I don't really go out with my friends anymore. I hang out with Jensen less. I simply just do not care.
"Hey Hon" Danneel says walking into my room. "Your dad comes home today!" She says to me and sits on my bed while I sit at my desk. Staring at moms book. I put it away though when I see her sit down.
"Cool" I say trying to act as though I care
"Its for the whole summer. So he won't be leaving again for a while." She continues
"Great!" I say trying my hardest to sound happy.
"I like your outfit" She says to me and I can tell she is just trying to make small talk.
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"Thanks" I say to her.
"Honey. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Really." I say and she opens her mouth to say something else when we hear someone shout through the house.
"WHERE ARE ALL MY GIRLS?" We hear Dad shout through the house. "WELL THATS 3 WHERE ARE MY OTHER 2?" We hear dad say loudly so we'd hear him.
"Come on hunny bunny" Danneel says to me.
"Yeah. I'll meet you down there." I say to her and she smiles at me sadly. I know she knows something is up. I just don't want to talk to her about it. At least not yet.
Danneels POV:
"Well that makes four. Where's Diana?" Jensen asks me
"Hey sweetie" I say kissing him. "Can we talk?" I ask him and he nods. "Cassy can you watch JJ and Rosie for a few minutes. Your dad and I will be outside." I say to Cassy and she nods. Jensen and I walk outside on the back patio and sit on the swinging chair.
"What's going on?" Jensen asks me
"I don't know." I say to him and he looks at me confused and concerned. "Diana is trying to act like she is okay but... I can tell she isn't. She's more.. reserved... I guess? I'm worried J. She is always carrying around this old notebook in her bag and is always staring at it and writing in it. But she won't let anyone see what it is. She won't talk to me and... I don't know what to do. She isn't her anymore. Its like all she can think about is the book. I mean normally when I tell her you are coming home early or for long amounts of time she gets really excited and has a hard time hiding her excitement. Today when I told her. She had to force herself to act excited. But I could tell. She didn't care. She hardly cares about anything that doesn't involve that book. I'm so worried J." I finish my rant. Not even realizing I'm crying until he wipes a tear away from my cheek.
