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Bianca's dead. I had to identify her body. Peter went with me. My parents showed up. She looked so...fake. She'd been painting in the park. Sunflowers. Her favourite. She had yellow in her hair and on her hands. I went to the park and on a tree, there's a yellow handprint and it's hers. I couldn't touch it because of the tape. I saw the painting. There was blood across it and a name. It said Mia. Peter had just called to warn me, but he couldn't warn Bianca in time. She had a missed call from him. Too late.

It shouldn't have been her, it should have been me. Why can't the world listen!? Why does it take away everything I love but leave me?! I want my sister back. It's too much effort to keep breathing.