It's been two days since that incident. Mom no longer talked to me like before. She now kept herself silent around me, but her eyes never left me. When it's time to eat, she won't tell me to come to the dining room and join her. This time around, I'm the one who had to take note of the time and arrive at the dining room myself. We would eat silently like we don't know each other. She's just so mad at me over what happened.Here I was at the window like always, staring out to the road, seeing passers by looking so happy, walking freely without anyone holding them back. Just like what Clara and the others said, I'm indeed a prisoner in my own home.In these two days that passed, I noticed that s new thought has taken over the boredom that had been with me for years. That werewolf. After that night, I couldn't sleep without thinking about it. It has become part of my dreams. Whenever I stare out through the window, staring at the tall trees of the forest ahead, it's like I could s
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