I don't want to cry, I've been doing that a lot lately, and I hate it.
I turn away from Rosemary, whilst wiping the tears before they drop.
'Abigail, you don't actually belie...'
'I do cause it's true, we wouldn't have been there that day had it not been for me. I wouldn't have lost the two most important people in my life if I hadn't been a little b*tch that kept whining about the forest. Mom even said that day she didn't want to go, she felt off.' I can't hold back the tears anymore. 'But I whined, and I cried and I screamed, till she gave in. And now they are gone, and it was my fault.'
I make my way back to the bed, sinking my face into my hands.
I don't want Rosemary to see me crying.
'Abigail.'
'I...I have been dying for the past seven years, and...and I will finally go off the deep end, if I don't at least know, why I lost them that day.'
Her footsteps reverberate into my ears, as I feel her taking my side on the bed.
