Your parents were in the kitchen fighting again. You could hear the yelling echoing through the halls. You were in your room, curled up into a ball and crying, like a dog afraid of a thunderstorm.

Suddenly, you see the closet door open slightly. You saw a dark figure step out. You were about to scream when it put a hand over yourmouth.

“Shhh… Just listen to me, okay?” A voice is heard from the figure. “Focus on my voice.”