Inconvenience (Dalton Rapattoni)

Chapter 7

Arabella's pov
*Trigger warning*
I take in a deep breath as I slide down the chilled tile wall. The images of Cat only appear more rapidly the more I try try to stop them. Heavy harsh breaths tumble out past my lips before quickly diving backing into my lungs.

The image of her blood laying there, lifeless, is forever burned in my brain. The lifeless look in her hazel eyes, the blood matted in her blonde hair. The look on my entire families face when they realized she was gone.

The ticking sound in my head grows louder, taking over my sense of hearing. My entire body feels like it's set on fire. I feel faint as I'm probably not getting enough oxygen with how fast I'm breathing. The knot in my stomach keeps constantly turning. I feel like my inevitable doom is quickly catching up to me.

I deserve it anyways. She would still be alive if not for me. I should've been the one that got hit not her. She was only eight, barely. She deserved to live her life out to the fullest, not die at the age of eight because of her stupid thirteen year old sister. The thirteen year old sister that should've tried harder to stop her. I should've went to get the ball.

My family said it wasn't my fault, but they were lying, they couldn't possibly believe that. The kids at school blamed me though, that's why Dakota and Axel are my only friends. They had been my best friend's since Kindergarten. I still don't believe they don't blame me for Cat's death.

They still helped me with the panic attacks for the first two years, they helped until the end or so I told them. Little did they know, I was still having them three years after they 'ended'. They even help with the bullying until they thought it stopped, which I told them it did, it hadn't stopped once. They had bigger problems like the soccer team and high school.

Axel was no different, but I couldn't help but believe he blamed for the death of our little sister. That's what the kids at school always told me anyways, they still did five years later.

They will never let me forget what happened on my thirteenth birthday, not that I could regardless. I will never live without the guilt of her not living. I will never be able to happy or to love someone and have them love me back.

If she can't ever love someone then why do I deserve to? I don't? I'm just an inconvenience that killed my little sister.

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A/N: Hey guys! I know I haven't written in a while. I'm sorry about that. School work has been drowning me.
What do you guys think about the death of Arabella's sister Cat? Is it really her fault? What's gonna happen next?

Love you all
- Hannah