Oct. 29th, 2010

ersatzach: (coffee on a stoop)
It's tomorrow. Yesterday was quite possibly one of the worst in my life. While trying to have a quiet dinner Chris and I ran into Sam. And then Chris' fist ran into Sam's face. The ordeal has left me feeling lost. A shell of myself. Not quite sure how to act or feel. We're down in the kitchen having breakfast that my mom cooked. My mom is fussing over Chris' injured hand and Chris is bullshitting about a broken glass and a college kid starting something and me saving the day. My mom hugs me, tells me that I'm just as brave as I always was. I hug my mom too close and she looks at me.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" she says, like she can see right through the fabrications.

"Yeah, mom. I am," I say, smiling at her.

I'm not sure she buys it 100% but she kisses my cheek and tells me I've earned extra bacon. I laugh and am glad to take it. I'm hungrier now than I was last night when Chris had to coax me into eating.

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