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tears started flowing through my eyes. I was scared, I was so scared, I wanted to run to my Dad's arms and Mom's lap why have you left me, Mom? I cried and cried, I felt so alone.

to scream but I couldn't find my voice, I wanted to cover my ears to block the demonic laughter from the TV but my hands couldn't reach my ears, I wanted to close my eyes but something was stop

act if I had kept him waiting and I got up in a haste and stepped further inside the bathroom. I passed the glass shower cabin and there was a white porcelain hot tub. For a minute I so wanted to

ing myself from the face towel at the towel stand a crazy thought came to my mind and I started shuffling the drawers for anything that could be a weapon. I did not have to search long for I saw a razor almost instantly. As I held it in my hand with determination. My eyes went to the shirt kept on the edge of the basin, and my reflection mocked me, someone who does not dare to move out of this bathroom without putting his used shirt on,

wall, I saw my reflection again. I can see pity in my own eyes and I felt regret for being so weak. I looked back at the mirror and I saw the same 5-year-old girl I saw last in that white parlor room. She was looking back at me with sad eyes. What have I done to her? No, I

her side of the door, he would be there, I do not dare to see him again. I wished that some miracle could happen and he wasn't there,