Goodbye to You All
Wherever Abby was, she was the sun, and everyone else merely revolved around her.
But it didn't matter.
Seven days. Seven more days, and everything would be over.
She was leaving. Leaving this wretched place. Leaving these people.
She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, another rush of nausea surged up her throat. She turned away swiftly, disappearing into her room before anyone could see.
Behind her, Abby continued crying, repeating the same old lines. "It's all my fault."
And the others? They did what they always did—blamed her.