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 four, and I don’t know if you’re coming back to campus or not?”

This time she was sitting at the end of the bed. I’d been horrible to her. I asked her to come to give me support, and all I’d done was ignore her.

I pulled back the duvet and croaked, realizing that my voice was all messed up, most likely from dehydration and lack of sleep. All I’d been thinking of doing was just being by myself. I’d been selfish, and I hated myself for it.

“I’m sorry,