I felt my eyes fill with tears. I went to another entry that Niall had read.
It was unusually sunny the day of her funeral.
Almost like the world was rubbing it in our faces that we will never have fun that day, that perfect day. That Elizabeth would never feel the sun on her skin.
It was making fun of us, testing us. Daring us to break down.
It was funny. I didn't cry. I don't know if I'll ever be able to cry. I'm still in shock. Maybe if I just keep telling myself that she isn't dead I'll never have to cry over her.
The words were smeared there. I had cried as soon as I had written it.
Mom and dad won't talk to me. They hate me. They hate me and they won't ever love me again. I was supposed to watch her and they blame me. We've barely talked after the funeral. They left for Italy almost immediately after. Alexia's the only person to even bother to help me through this.
But I guess something good came from this. I lost weight. A lot. I'm becoming one of them. I really am. Maybe I can be a plastic. I don't want to though. I want to be Bianca.
I'm so selfish. Now and then. My selfish nature was what got her killed.
"Bianca?"
I looked up and saw Celeste standing at the door. Behind her was my mother.
"Care to introduce me?" My mother said.
"Right. Sorry," I smoothed out my dress. "Mom, this is Celeste. She's an orphan. She's staying with me."
"You adopted her?"
"No, I, I just wanted to take her in so I did."
My mother opened her mouth to say something but closed it.
"Your father and I are leaving for a hotel near the airport so we can be there first thing in the morning. Goodbye." She lifted her chin and walked briskly away.
"Sorry. I was hiding in the bathroom but she found me."
"It's okay. Let's go to the party." I put the diary in my desk and grabbed Celeste's hand.
"I like your dress." I said and smiled.
I grabbed my keys and walked outside just as my parents were pulling out.
I gave a sad smile and watched as they pulled away. Then I got into the car and did the same.
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