She stares at her feet as she walks down the path leading to the hospital, trying hard to keep herself focused on her surroundings. Even though she knows that she isn' t going to get far without someone noticing her. She glances to her side every now and then, glancing at the clock on the wall. She knows that she needs to hurry but she also doesn't want to leave her mother. Not right now. She still hasn't gotten any word from her father yet. She has no idea whether or not he's going to wake up at all. He could die, she thinks to herself. He could die and she won't even notice. She shakes her head furiously, trying to stop those thoughts from running rampant through her mind. She needs to focus on finding her mum so that maybe she can help him. She can't afford to lose herself thinking about her father. She has to find her mom.Eventually, the building that's in front of her comes into view and she decides to turn her attention towards it instead of her worries. Her eyes land on the

"I was always scared. I hated the woods. But every time I returned home, after I had eaten and drank and watched the stars, my parents would still be waiting for me.""They made me feel safe. And then one summer...my parents decided that I shouldn't come here anymore. One day, they said goodbye to me and drove off, leaving me all by myself. I ran for miles and miles and I ended up here.""I tried to find my way back to England, but I lost track of where I was and eventually, I wandered around aimlessly in the forest for three days. By the time I finally managed to find my way back home, it was completely dark and I couldn't even see my feet in front of me anymore.""The next morning, I realised that I was so tired that I couldn't even move properly. I thought that I had died or become a ghost or something. So instead of going back home, I decided to sleep for a while. When I woke up, everything looked exactly as it usually was except for one thing.""There were five people in the clea

His gaze falls upon her and he watches as she stands up and walks towards the man, who tells her that she needs to hurry because it's very possible that he'll lose the woman that he's looking for. He then tells her to meet back up with him outside the village."Is everything alright, miss?" He asks her.She smiles, giving him a polite nod. "Everything's fine. Thank you for asking."She turns around and begins walking away from the crowd, heading straight for the exit. Before leaving the clearing, however, she stops. She looks at the people standing around, wondering whether she should try to talk to someone or not. Eventually, she decides to stay behind, knowing that talking would probably lead to trouble anyway.Sergio and Thomas watch as she disappears through the gate."She really seems like a nice girl."Louis shrugs. "Maybe.""She's beautiful!""I agree."They look into the distance and smile at each other, knowing that they could never be like that. Not in any way that matters.

"I told you that you would disobey me, didn't I? And you proved me right. You can't even speak properly yet." He spits out. "But that's fine. At least now I can torture you the way I wanted to."She feels him grab her by the hair and push her head upwards. She closes her eyes tightly and waits for whatever he will throw at her next. "Now, I'm gonna teach you how to talk properly." He whispers.He pulls her to her feet, causing her to stumble forward."Your mother used to say that you were quite good at talking, that you talked well." He smirks. "It took you two hours after each sentence before you could form complete sentences. But since you can't speak anymore, maybe that makes me stronger."She feels herself being dragged through the hallway and down the stairs, toward the living room where the others are sitting in silence, looking worried. It hurts to breathe."Daddy!"The moment that Anna sees her father appear in front of her, she opens her mouth, ready to yell for help. But

So, for the next two days, she keeps to herself. It's not easy for her, however. Every time she goes downstairs, she has to bite her tongue as she forces herself to eat something. She doesn't even dare to make eye contact with anyone in case their father shows up. Sometimes, she can hear him talking to someone, but he doesn't speak to her. She doesn't try and listen in on their conversation either. She doesn't want to hear what he has to say. When the day finally comes where she will leave her room, she quickly hides under the covers of her bed and stays there until it's time to get ready. She never wants to leave her room again, which is ironic because she's been staying there so often recently. Finally, the day arrives. For the last two days, she has been constantly distracted by her own thoughts and fears. She can't stop thinking about the things that had happened during those two days. As much as she loves her father, she can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, he migh