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"What the fuck?" I cursed under my breath.

Seeing her name made me want to kill myself.

I hate her.

I hate her for leaving dad. Leaving Beatrice. Leaving me.

She left all of us. Without a proper fucking reason.

I didn't even bother opening her email. I don't care about her anymore. She's not my mom.

She was never a mother to me ever since she left us.

My mood was ruined just like that.

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"BANG"

3:45am

"Oh no, not this again," My conscious mind said. Another nightmare.

Or was it?

I stood up and went to check if everyone is okay.

Nope.

The door to outside was open. I saw a bright light shining through the window reflecting to the living room walls.

A car.

The car looked familiar. So familiar.

I stopped staring outside and went immediately to Bea's room.

We all know what we're gonna see.

Her body. Laying down on the floor with a gun in her hand. Although it was a dream I still cried my heart out. I can't imagine losing her. She was my sister and my only best friend who I talk to about my feelings.

But for the last couple of months she's been getting distant from me. I just don't know why.

I tried to lift her up so her head could rest on me.

That's when I realise this wasn't a dream.

I could feel the warmth of her blood on her head placed on my lap. I could smell her blood.

"Dad!" I cried but there was no reply.

I didn't know what to do and again, my vision started fading away slowly as my life started crashing even more before my eyes.

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A/N:
So that's chapter 4 and my last update for today. Yes, Beatrice died, unfortunately, sadly, depressingly, but did she did that to herself? Where has his dad gone AGAIN? Thank you for reading!!

-R

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