You're on the couch, hugging the pillow, trying to block out everything around you. The noise, the light, everything is overwhelming you. The scratches on your arms remind you of what happened, but you don't want to think about it right now. You stay silent, waiting for the feeling to go away, even though you know it's not that easy.

You hear the door open. Bryce. You see her walk in, and she looks at you immediately, noticing the scratches. She stays still for a moment, as if processing it, before gently approaching.

"Maddison…"her voice is full of concern"How are you, sweetie?"

You don't know what to answer. You can't say anything, but the guilt on her face tells you everything.

"Did you… did you go record?"you ask, even though you're not sure why. Sometimes saying something helps calm you down, even if it's just for a moment.

Bryce nods, her expression softening, but the regret is still there.

"Yes, honey, I was recording…"She pauses, and you can see how guilty she feels"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left you alone for so long."

You don't answer, but the silence between you says it all. Bryce's guilt is noticeable, and you, even if you don't say it, feel bad for her too.

"Do you want your soft blanket?"she finally asks, searching for something that might help you.