The room, once lit with the golden rays of sun, was now cold and dark.
The air, heavy as a ton of bricks, didn't help with the now depressing atmosphere.
My mother, to make me a a cozy place to stay in, had put a bed sheet over my bed, making a tent.
I spend so much time there.
I was like a hermit crab.
Hidden under my blanket, eyes puffy and red from crying, head poking out of my green tent, I stared at my parents.
They had opened the door.
They looked at their once happy girl, who was long gone.
She had turned into this monster.
My mother looked absolutely heartbroken.
She called out my name.
Her voice cracked ever so slightly.
My mother grabbed me and wrapped her arms around me.
I felt myself tearing up.
She praised me.
Saying how strong I am for being silent all these years and finally speaking out.
My father smiled.
I told my mother I needed time alone.
She refused, harassing me with questions.
I covered my head with my blanket, trying to get away.
I begged, pleaded to be left alone.
She finally left me alone in the cold, dark room.
