"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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