Date: 2017-05-12 08:24 pm (UTC)
mynameiscassie: (discomfort)
Crap.

I tried to get control of myself. I didn't want Rachel to see me like this and worry. But I could barely get my legs under me to push myself back up. The Trinkets and the milk were still on the counter. Some of the milk had started to dribble over the edge of the counter and was tapping onto the floor. I stared at it like it would hypnotize me, but instead it blurred when tears filled my eyes.

"I'm okay," I lied, and it was such a bad lie, I didn't even know why I bothered saying it. Maybe I was trying to convince myself.
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