A/N: Set a few days after the previous entry.
Journal,
I just got back to Lawndale three days ago. And it's been hectic.
First, let's start with the night before we left. Trent and I were sitting on the balcony, looking out at New York. "I'm gonna miss this place so much," I sighed.
"Me too," Trent agreed. "I'm so glad I got to come here. And with you and Janey." He kissed my cheek and I blushed. "There's honestly no one else I'd rather be here with."
"Is that true, or are you just saying that?" I smirked.
"Of course it's true." He ran his fingers through my hair and I kissed him, snuggling into his chest until it got late and we went inside.
We left the next morning. I listened to a book on CD on the plane, and Trent tried to wear my glasses. "Whoa," he said. Jane was giggling.
"What?"
"Trent looks hilarious," And I have to admit, he did.
"How do you even SEE out of these?" He asked. I took them from him.
"I see out of them just fine, and I'd like them back."
"You're so cute," he laced his fingers with mine, kissing my hand.
"Ew," Jane murmured under her breath.
That was a decent day.
The day after, though, when we had finally gotten settled back at home, Quinn took a phone call and ran to me in tears.
"Daria! I-I...St-stacey..." She was panicking pretty bad, so I tried my best to comfort her.
"Shhh, calm down...what happened?" I (cautiously) put an arm around her.
"Stacey got in a car accident..." My sister inhaled sharply, then continued, "she got into a car accident when she was driving with her mom, and she was hurt so bad she was...knocked unconscious..." Quinn broke down again.
"Is she okay? Is she alive?" She nodded.
"She's not really 'okay', she's still unconscious...but she's alive for now."
"When did this happen?"
"Last night."
"And her mom?"
"Hurt her arm, but that's it." Her sobs were beginning to die down, and I suddenly felt very sorry for her. I remembered Stacey, looking so happy sitting at the table with Quinn at the beginning of the summer. She probably WAS a sweet girl, but she got beat up verbally by those girls so much. She really needed to stand up to them. And my sister, it was so kind of her to be her friend even after the whole Fashion Club breakup.
The next day, we found out Stacey had officially been announced brain dead. The injury to her head was so bad it was simply stopped the activity. Quinn spent most of her day in her bed, sleeping and crying silently. I've never seen my sister cry like that. I've seen her sob, to get my parents to do something for her, or sniffle at a sad romantic movie, but I've never seen her look so sad.
"She was so...so sweet and so nice and so sad...she was finally becoming happy again, after high school." Quinn shook her head. "Daria, I think I just wanna be alone now," she admitted.
"Okay." I agreed, and left her. Today she's stopped crying, but she's so quiet, and mom doesn't know what to do.
"I'm not used to Quinn being sad," she admitted this morning. "I feel so bad."
I'm going to miss that girl. I hope, if there is a life after death (I'm still thinking out that subject in my head), that she is happy. Because she deserved it.
~Daria
A/N: Ah...this was a bit of a spur of the moment thing, to be completely honest. I'm not sure if I should apologize or not. Anyway. Have a good Thanksgiving (and Hanukkah, if ya celebrate it), and thanks for the reviews!
-Lulamae
