Wind flies from outside to inside and repeats itself over and over again. The white clouds slowly turn dark and she can hear thunder starting to come up slowly. Outside she can see trees going back and fort. Back and fort. Will they fall? Or ever lose there balance? She thinks. She can hear the car going a bit slower and looks up from the backseat, seeing her mother look at her through the Mirror. Her eyes al tired trying to keep them open. Dark circles under her mothers eyes, are showing from the light outside 'Mom?' She said with a trembling voice and looks out the window again. Wind is going harder then a second again. Thunder is getting harder and harder showing more light in the darkness of the night. 'Yes honey?' Her mother looks outside as well and looks back to her with a warm smile. Showing the dimples at one side of . The thunder gets harder and she look outside, closing the open window fast. 'When do we get there?' Goosebumps covering her white skin when she looks back at her mother. With a scared face she pull the thin blanket more over her legs. Trying not to get more cold then she already is. She gets cold very fast. Not liking this kind weather. Wet.. cold.. dark things. Nothing for her. She hates those 3 things. She likes things light and warm. Her room has also never been dark and always been light. Da- Her mothers voice takes her out of her thoughts and she looks back at her tired eyes. 'We still need to ride for a while,' Her mother looks back at the road and sighs hard. 'But with this weather I don't think we will come far' She look scared outside and shake your head. 'Mom can't we just stop somewhere?' She jumps a little while the goosebumps get worser when the thunder hits a tree far from the road. The tall tree falls with hard sound on the ground. 'Mom!' Her mother turns a little scared to her. 'Okay okay, we will stop at a motel if we find one' her mother sighs. The lights of the thunderstorm is the only light that flashed through the darkcloudes. 'Zeina, it's gonna be alright. Just calm down and sleep a little.' She pull the blanket over and the headphones on volume hard. She puts her playlist on repeat. Listening to the same songs like always. Her favourite songs always on repeat. Music always makes her mood. Sad songs make her sad, happy songs make her happy. It depends on the songs that will make her mood and her mood depends on the songs she will listen. How the hell am i going to sleep in this weather? 'Let's not die in this car' Zeina whispers softy while closing her eyes tight. Her mother smiles nervous while keeping her eyes on the road and looking for a stop so they can rest. They have been on the road for hours now. Only stopping for food and when they needed to go to the toilet. Since she can eat a lot they had to stop many times. Zeina slowly opens her eyes, still hiding under her thin blanket, looking outside again. Dark. That's al she sees. One of the things she hates. Darkness still surrounding the roads. Music boucing in her ears while drawing some words on the window. Dark. Most. Scary. The thought of her old white room, that was always light with white and a bit of purple furniture, makes her smile. The bed had a white cover with little light purple pillows. It was soft and her favourite place in the house. Her curtains where always open and never close. Window that was looking out at the front of the house. Green grass always shining in the sun. Those where days when there was rain in the night. It would always smell good, Fresh, just like it would have been new grass. The smell would always go around the whole house. Not that the other