Derrick's mom is dead.

She died when we were thirteen, now we're sixteen.

And I brought it up.

And what I said to him...

Oh my gosh I'm a freaking jerk.

Salem rubs his head on my leg before falling on my bed and rolling around, exposing his belly, which I scratch. He starts purring instantly.

"Oh Salem, what am I going to do?" I ask him.

I stretch slightly but it hurts so I slump forward.

I'm really glad that Derrick cleaned my wounds and bandaged them.

Derrick's father is a nurse, which is how Derrick always knows what to do.

I need to talk to him.

I feel terrible for what I did.

"Derrick, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please talk to me, I shouldn't have said that, I didn't mean it. Derrick please."

Maybe my mom is right...

Maybe I am a mistake.