Eve had sat bolt up right in bed, the vivid picture of her younger sister's ghost yelling at her that it was her fault that she had died, that she should've been there, that she should've protected her..

She couldn't help but feel that whatever she was, a ghost, a figment of her imagination, she was still right, she had been so angry that she had run after that dickhead instead of staying by her sister's side.

She got up from her bed, still in her shorts and her bra, she looked a bit disheveled but she didn't care, she made herself a glass of water and a snack, she couldn't help but notice the tremble in her hands as she did so.