“If I tell you about my mother will you tell me about Amanda?”

“We agreed no ghosts so yes, I tell you about her.”

As Annabelle sat up crossed legged on the bed she stared into Simone’s eyes, her eyes acting as a key that unlocked all the pain caused by Amanda. Simone began by explaining how they became friends,

“Amanda was the most dedicated student she would have become a nun, if we hadn’t have, if she hadn’t of.” sighing “Amanda was my roommate we were both in Mother Immaculata’s dorm. We became friends and spent all our time together. The other girl in our dorm left the school, so it was just us to. One night we stole some wine from the rectory, and being drunk we kissed and one thing led to another and we slept together. It was really awkward for the next few days, and then Amanda asked if we could do it again. When we graduated we went to the same college and shared a room, we were a couple but Amanda didn’t want to come out. Anyway when we left college we went travelling and Amanda began to get depressed she said she was missing home but really I think it was because we used to treat her like my girlfriend in public, I tried to force her to come out to people she would never see again and she couldn’t cope with that. When we got back we moved into a little flat, but I spent most of the time at the beach house. Anyway I accidentally let slip to Aunt Immaculata after a Sunday service that me and Amanda were a couple. It didn’t go down well, Amanda never went back to church, and she kept saying she felt dirty that we were wrong. I went out to go pick up some dinner as a piece offering, to try and make it up to her. When I got back I looked around for her and saw the bathroom light was on. Stepping into the room her clothes were folded in a pile by the wash basket. As I looked in I thought she must have gone to the bedroom then I saw a strand of hair hanging over the bathtub. Amanda was under the water, I pulled her up, but she wasn’t breathing. I did everything I could but she was dead. She killed herself”