Date: 04-21-20102
Things are a little better today. Not much but a little bit. My hands aren't shaking as bad anymore. Turns out my blood sugar had dropped severely yesterday. Not because I'm a diabetic or anything – they ran some tests to be sure – but because I haven't been eating much of anything. Sparky's joked that I look like death warmed over . . . but never in front of Mom or Pops. Can't say that I blame him or them. He's stating a fact and they don't want to even think about what would happen if they lost me. It wouldn't be like when Rex had left home. I know this. Me dying would be definite, permanent . . . I'd never be returning whereas with Rex there's always that slim chance.
For some reason . . . the thought of me dying isn't as disturbing as I'd once thought it to be. I mean, we all have to die sometime . . . it's just the way things are. The only thing that bothers me about dying is the thought of never seeing my brother again before I do.
At least . . . it did.
I know the truth now. He may try to hide it but I know the truth about Racer X. I know why he's acted the way that he has.
Racer X . . . is Rex.