In which Winnie, Anika's best friend moved in New York with her sister. After the death of her mother, this one is really struggling to recover. And it gets even worse when she loses her sister within two months of moving in.
Anika tries to help her...
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Guinevere was at the point of her grief where she could no longer get out of bed. She could no longer live. Not without Anika. Right after the attack on the apartment she wasn't that upset, busy with the fact of arresting Ghostface. But when she returned to her empty apartment and found herself alone with her thoughts. Living quickly became complicated.
Everything reminded her of her best friend. The sun, her favorite green, the smell of vanilla. Every time she did something, a voice rang in her head reminding her that Anika could never do it again. When she ate, when she cooked, when she walked. She couldn't do a single thing without feeling guilty or extremely sad.
And that was starting to show up in her interactions with others. She was empty. She no longer spoke, no longer answered. Spent her time falling asleep anywhere, to make up for the nights she spent staring at the ceiling in her bed. No one had ever known her like that. Except for Anika, who when Cassie died had spent hours cuddling her while she cried in her arms. But if it's for Anika's death ? Who would be there for her ? Nobody.
Her eyes, her smile, her skin, her face, her hands, her hair. Everything was coming back to Guinevere right in the stomach like a punch, like a stab.
She bit her nails, lost her hair, scratched her skin sometimes until it bled. She no longer left her house and rejected everyone who tried to visit her. How were they going to get in anyway ? Anika was the only one who had duplicate keys.
Her death had affected no one. It was a death like any other. In the world. In the Ghostface cases. In "The Franchise" like Mindy says. But in reality the dead have families. Loved ones. While people were making jokes about the girl falling off the ladder. Guinevere was inwardly dying trying to recover as best she could.
She never got out of bed except to take her medication with bitter tears that ran down her cheeks in big drops at the memory of Anika telling her which pills to take in what order.
She had tried at first. Act like everything is fine. Move on. Don't look into the past. But we had told her that too often. Her mother, her sister and now Anika. She was just so tired of trying.
"Winnie ? Are you in your room ?" A small voice sounded from the hallway but startled her.
She turned in her bed, hiding her body entirely in her duvet. "Why are you hiding ? Stop running away." Anika's voice echoed in her head causing her to shed more tears.
"I don't want to be intrusive, I promise. But it's been days since we last saw you. The others are worried- I'm worried about you." The voice from the hallway continued to sound closer and closer to the door. Guinevere clenched her fists creating bloody crescent moons in the palm of her hand.
