Alia's P.O.V

Three weeks has gone by since the death of Samantha and I still haven't gotten a hold of myself, the incident kept repeating itself in my head every night, it became a constant torture for me.

I've been living in fear my whole life but this? This was something else, it was beyond fear, I was living like I was walking on egg shells, my days were hunted with memories of her, and my nights was haunted with my own guilt.

I kept asking myself, what if's, what if I am reason she's dead? What if I didn't stop to pick a fight with her that day, would...