Daisy sat on the edge of her bed, the thin blanket barely covering her legs. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the heater, and the door stayed firmly shut-her little fortress against the world outside. She pulled her knees closer, eyes fixed on the cracked ceiling, avoiding any noise or footsteps in the hall.

When a soft knock came, Daisy didn’t answer at first. After a long pause, she finally spoke, voice low and guarded, and harsh, very harsh. "Go away, Lisa.”