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As Carla told Kimberly that she wanted to go home, she could hear Ethan’s voice echo into the room. It was a laugh, Carla’s cheeks flared up into a bright red. However, compared to her usual blush of embarrassment, this was one of anger and frustration. Much like a child, she wanted to throw something across the room at him. Just like she used to do when her brother was annoying her. Her eyes locked onto the arch way to the hallway with anger and hate filling them. She didn’t look away for a long time until she knew he wasn’t going to come in. She hadn’t noticed that he had slipped back towards the room. Then again maybe he had never really left in the first place. “Make him leave.” She said, her tone an order rather than a request at this point. Carla had fallen into a darker place, yet this dark place she was in was much different from the usually one she was within.

After a moment longer, she finally let out a slow breath that she had been unknowingly holding. She looked down at the bowl before her, before looking back towards the hallway, to the bowl and then the hallway again before pushing the bowl away. With her hair now in her face, it created some space between the two. The emotions in the room had flared into a not so nice place. When Kim augured again that Carla knew her, Carla looked up at the woman. “No I don’t! Clearly you think I’m someone else!” She said her tone rising to match that of Kimberly’s. It was then that Carla went on about wanting to kill herself, and Carla quickly realized that she had finally pushed this stranger over the line. 

 She flinched back into the corner thinking she was going to get hit. However, when she wasn’t she peeked up. Carla was still sitting on the floor, and the woman towered over her. The small distance left out of kindness was gone, making Carla pull herself into an even tighter ball in the corner she had claimed as her own. However, when the woman spoke, it wasn’t that raised tone, it wasn’t a yell or even harsh. It was soft, but that didn’t stop Carla from seeing the true emotions in Kimberly’s eyes. Carla quickly looked towards the door to see if Ethan had come into the room before looking down at her bare feet. She refused to look up at Kimberly again. In truth, Carla was more of a child then an adult despite her age. She never had given herself the chance to really grow up.

Carla couldn’t help but flinch a little when she saw Kimberly’s hand coming down, before realizing it was going for the bowl. She could see the woman’s heels turn before walking away, the clicks of her heels on the tile floor echoing for a moment before the bowl made a rather clunk into the sink. Carla looked sadly at a tile just off to her left, listening to Kimberly’s words. Carla thought about what to do, her mind was racing yet blank all at the same time. It made her head hurt. She let her knees pull away from her chest a bit so she could place her forehead onto her knees to think. She let her eyes closed, letting the darkness engulf her, only the sounds around her keeping her connected to this material world.

She could hear Ethan starting to come into the room her whole body tensed, her eyes flying open before she bolted to the left where the table was sitting. She crawled around the chairs trying to get upstairs without Ethan getting close. Ethan saw this as her trying to get away and tried to cut her off. That only made her panic more, making her knock hard into the chair closest to the corner, making it fall over as she screamed “DON’T TOUCH ME!” Now she was just slightly under the table, and She was crying again, her hands shaking. “I-I-I’m going. Just get out.” She whimpered softly Her eyes were locked onto Ethan’s legs as the two were now opposite of each other. They were facing off.