She walked into the bedroom.
She heaving a sigh as she flopped on the big bed.
The messy, unmade bed dominated the small room. She looked at the marked up walls and the huge dresser on the one wall with a oversized TV on top.
She smelled the vanilla reminding her that she needs to get ready to go.
She saw the movie stubs tapped to the closet door, but she wasn’t really looking at it.
She needed an answer.
She heard the phone ringing interrupting the peace. She picked up the black phone. T
he call ended quickly, with the thoughts in her mind going a mile a minute, faster than before.
She blocked everything out, letting the peace overcome her. She remembered the books that became her friends as she read them. She remembered the door slamming after the fights. She remembered the tears the stuffed raccoon had absorbed after the horrible days at school.
She opened her eyes and navigated the messy floor out. She had her answer.
