psycho

"Ice cream shop"

It was a new day. New house. New area.

The girl sat in the backseat. Headphones on, world out. She drifted her eyes closed and listened to her music.

Drifting drifting...

The car stopped and her eyes jolted open. The mother opened up the door and told her to stay in the car and lock the door.

The girl nodded and looked out the window. They were in the parking lot of an ice cream shop.

Ice cream. The thought of some ice cream made her smile. She was hungry. They had been traveling for over five hours. New place, many unfamiliar faces.

She peeked out of the open window and saw her mom talking to a slightly tall man, who had a shorter woman at his side. She squinted a little bit and made out the figure and his features. He had jet black hair, short and plain with almond shaped dark eyes. She squinted a bit more and tried to make out her features. Reddish-brown hair and lighter, different shaped eyes than her husband. Her features were less sharp. She had a soft look about her.

The girl turned back to her phone and started to drift back into her music.

Every once so often she'd glance out of the back seat window, imagining what her mother was speaking to them about. But mostly she was focused on her music.

That was what she cared about the most. The music. Until it all came down.