Mourning John

Eliza ran to the rubble pile that had cut her off from John to dig him out. Eliza sobbed and dug out the debris from the cave in as she repeated to herself, “He can’t be dead, he can’t be dead.”

“Eliza, we have to go,” Bonnie tried to reason.

“I already lost my mom, I can’t lose John too,” Eliza explained and rolled more rocks from the blockage.

Bonnie grabbed Eliza’s arm to pull her away from the wreckage and argued, “Eliza, please. We need to go --”

Eliza shook off Bonnie’s hand then body-slammed her onto the ground and wrapped her fingers around Bonnie’s neck and squeezed.

“This is your fault!” Eliza shouted. “This is all your fault!”

“Eliza, please stop,” Bonnie begged and fought to pry Eliza’s fingers from her neck.

“Taylor trusted you. We trusted you. You pretended to be his friend. You pretended to care,” Eliza ranted as tears rolled down her cheeks and landed on Bonnie’s face.

“I do care about Taylor,” Bonnie ba