Bianca

I never should have left him. I shouldn’t have thought about my own selfish needs, studying, living a life. He was my blood, and I’d let him down. That was the reason that he was dead. It was all down to me. 

“Bianca, I need to leave soon,” Erika whispered as she approached the bed. My curtains were drawn, and apart from going to the bathroom, I hadn’t left my room all weekend. Nan had tried to come in a few times, but I told her to leave me alone. I wanted to be alone in my thoughts, and, most of all, my grief.

“It’s just that it’s past...