Xetra Vanwright sat at her desk, her fingers going crazy over her laptop... was it true that she was going insane? Or was it just her mother saying things in her drunken state? She couldn't concentrate on anything else but what her mother had said earlier that night. Should she ask her mother why she said that? No, then her mother would ask her why she was spying on her... and she didn't want her mother to be angry at her --again.
Why did her mother have to be an alcoholic, why did her father have to turn out gay? Why was her best friend with her ex-boyfriend now? Was it too hard to ask for some time to breath? She felt she was going to pass out from the lack of oxygen. If it was true, if she was in fact going crazy... why hadn't she noticed it yet. Maybe that's part of going crazy --you're subconsciously in denial of it. But, she was sure she was as normal as any other teenage girl whose father had ended up being gay which caused her mother to take on drinking, and with a best friend who likes man eating on the side and a boyfriend who takes up any oppurtunity to have sex.
Yeah, she was normal.
"Xetra, stop it." She told herself. She was giving herself a headache just thinking about all of these things.
The bad thing about all of this is that she had NO ONE to share this information with, she only had one "true" friend, but that person is off dry humping her, now, ex-boyfriend. Her siblings weren't the type of people she'd want to talk to about this either, so she was practially flying solo.
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She got up after ten minutes of staring at her laptop, she didn't know if she should take what her mother said serious, or not. Xetra decided to go downstairs, and pretend that everything was normal; like she hadn't heard her mother saying that she was going to be crazy.
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