Hello and welcome to a new Thursday Taster,
the day when awesome writers all over the blogosphere come together to
give you tasty bits of their last fiction. You can find the list here.
We start right where we left off last week.
"She is doing that
often, how often? Are you sure it's a good idea to bring her to the
party?" Tamara was saying. "I'm not going there to babysit
someone who can't even stay awake without drinking."
I closed my eyes again. I
didn't want to deal with her just now even though I knew I had to.
That's what it meant to be an adult and to leave outside of my mum's
reach, I had to deal with other people. I suddenly wasn't sure if
that was a good thing. I saw the fire in my mind. And death, that's
what death really looked like at least I knew my other self was going
to be ok, she was in a safe place when I left her.
"It's fine, she'll
be back with us in no time," Amy said.
I could hear in her voice
that she was uncomfortable. I guess if I had been a party girl that
would have been a lot easier for her. If I wasn't blacking out out of
nowhere, it would have been easier for every one.
"Is it narcolepsy or
what?" Tamara was asking again.
"I black out, that's
what it is," I said releasing Amy from having to explain.
"And?" Tamara
asked her hand on her hips as if she meant business.
"And." I said.
"And what? How often
do you do it? Should we get you a bed or medicine or what?"
Tamara asked. She seemed a bit pissed.
"I black out, the
end, the rest doesn't concern you."
"I'm the one driving
you girls out," Tamara said eying me in disbelieve.
Damn, I just escaped
death and she was going all offended on my as if seeing me black out
once was going to irremediably alter her life or something.
"We can always stay
her or take the bus, if that bother you so much to see me go quiet in
your car for a few minutes," I wasn't putting with that diva
crap. I knew I wasn't normal but I wasn't going to apologize for it.
I'm different, not my fault and geez I loved my black out. Not to
mention that I was two finger away from freaking out.
I stood up and walked
out.
"Let me know when
you are ready if we're still going."
Follow my blog with Bloglovin
Find us on Google+
No comments:
Post a Comment