Hawol went into her room silently, keeping her gaze low as she had expected Etha’s sharp, hurtful expression when she walked in. The great depression in the woman's eyes, jabbing away at Hawol’s conscience and made her guilt swell like a sore, left-alone bee stung. It was terrifying, the things that had gone into the young girl's mind. 

The silent click of the doorknob had a calming effect, a reassurance of peace. That when she locked her door, at least some of the worries were filtered. Because finally she was alone; she could do whatever she needs to recover. She laid down on the cold floor and stared at the fan, then she sat by the window and watched the rain as the sun sets into the sea. A view reserved especially for her, as their warm monotonal colours showered her heart to rest. “Hawol come out and have dinner. I made you lasagna.” Etha called, behind her locked doors. A safe distance between them two. “Im not that hungry mom… “  said Hawol.  How can she be, when all the troubles in the world had felt like they were on top of her shoulders.

Then, right when she pulled the covers over her head; a loud noise had her springing off the bed in an instant. That sound was hauntingl