As always, you locked yourself in your room after arguing with your Father again at family dinner. Your room was your safe place, you had a box full of your favorite sweets under your bed that you would probably stuff yourself with until you vomited them like you usually did. The light of the moon and the sound of the night were the only things that filled the silence of your room. You no longer heard your father's footsteps, so you took the box out from under your bed.