Abigail Winston

Nerissa Winston

Sloane Elspeth


Staring out the window is all that consoles me. When Abigail died, it was like I let go of the rope sustaining my

Left to Right: Sloane, Abigail, Nerissa

happiness, and now I can't get a grip on it again. She was my best friend, and my sister. Sure she had her flaws, but she was still perfect to me. And now she's gone and I'll never get her back. She was so young... Only twenty... The same age as me. We were-- are twins.

She was driving with our friend Sloane, when some crazy drunk idiot rammed her car into theirs. Sloane survived, but Abigail was not so lucky. I remember her last words to me, before she went to drive to the airport to go to Saskatchewan for her third year in university. "Nerissa, don't ever forget me, I'll come back, I love you." She said. I hugged her. "I love you too, Abigail." She didn't even make it a kilometer, when a drunkie rammed into her car.

They took her and Sloane in, but Abigail died the next day. Sloane is still there. The police are outside my house, still investigating. They questioned me, but I started sobbing when they asked if I knew Abigail.

Later, my family, Sloane's family and witnesses were on the news. They cut out the part where I began to cry.

I know what Abigail would want me to do, stay strong and move on, it was her motto.

"Hey Nerissa." a familiar voice said. "Sloane! You're out already?" Sloane was a kind of comfort that you can't get from a normal friend. She was like a sister also, just not as close as Abigail. "Yep, just let me out. I insisted on coming to see you, and my parents gave in." I put my head on Sloane's shoulder. "Sloane Alison Elspeth! Time to go!" I hear Mrs. Elspeth call.

Sloane leaves and I'm alone with my mom. She comes and sits beside me, and I begin to cry. She comforts me, in the way only a mother can. When I'm finished crying, I stand up, walk to Abigail's room, take all her beloved possesions out, all her clothes out, all the stuff that I can keep out. I know she would want me to have them.

I put them in my room. I walk down to supper, and we eat without words. I grow to live without Abigail, but there's still an empty space in my heart. That was sort of filled when I got my degree in nursing, more filled when I got married, and patched fully when I had twins. Noah and Abigail. I lived my life happily, always putting daffodils on Abigail's grave, her favourite flower. Abigail and Noah were joyful, as well as my husband. Sloane came and visited as an honourary aunt.

Abigail was there always.