11:11 [ pewdiepie ]

X. truth

Noise. There was so much noise. The clamor of things were reverberating inside their small house.

She should go and check out for her sister, if not just for the fact that she locked herself up in her cramped room to hide.

It was a small room, just enough for a single bed and a closet to fit inside. The white walls are starting to peel off and spiderwebs and dust are everywhere.

How ironic. They were told they should keep everything clean in their home but they couldn't do it to their own room.

"Where's that son of a bitch?!" A man's voice boomed throughout the small space of their home.

"It's my fault! Please, it wasn't Dawn!" She heard her sister plead. She could just imagine her, being brave and throwing herself in front of the guy to save her again, like she always does. It was one of the things Dawn liked about her, her bravery.

"Get out of my way! Danna, come out here you fucki--" He shouted again.

She could hear it clearly, the sound of footsteps, stomping on his way to her room.

"It was me! I was the one who was washing the dishes. The plate slipped and then I got clumsy and-- and I was the one who broke everything. It was me, please. It wasn't Dawn!"

But truth be told, it was Dawn's fault. She was the one who were on duty for the kitchen.

The sounds of heavy footsteps stopped.

"You fucking bitch!" She heard a slap. She silently begged that he didn't slap her in the face. Hope looked too beautiful to have her cheeks blooming with bruises.

Her shoulders trembled.

"Didn't I tell you, both of you, to be quiet when my boss is around? Now he thinks--" She covered her ears, cutting out the noise, and hummed the song Hope sings whenever she can't sleep. She cradled herself back and forth.

She fell asleep that night, with a tearstained face and without Hope by her side.

•••

She sat up straight and gasped for air. It felt like she was holding her breath.

Nightmare. It was just a nightmare.

Or more like a memory haunting her and following her even through her safe zone.

Her chest rose and fell faster than they should be. She swung her legs off the bed silently and tiptoed on the way out. She didn't want to wake Felix up.

She silently crept to the kitchen to get a glass of water for her parched throat.

She didn't notice that there was nobody on the bundle of blanket and pillows on the couch.

Dawn was startled to see Mark drinking a cup of coffee in the kitchen. It was past six in the morning, for heaven's sake.

And the fact that his hair was in pure dishevelment and his eyes were recessed gave her quite the heart attack.

"Oh, I uhh... hello." Dawn squeaked.

"Sorry, did I startle you?" Mark said, his eyes droopy.

Dawn just shook her head. She continued her way to get a glass of water. While she was filling her glass, Mark tried to spark up a conversation.

"So... Dawn?"