The girl hadn't spoken a word. It's been exactly a day since we brought her home and she kept still as a statue, unwilling to talk. We gave her the guest room; at least she took that and some of my clothes, which suited her very well. When it came to food, she didn't want to eat anything that came from us. None of us judged her distrustful attitude but she needed to eat. After tireless attempts to get her to speak and eat, without getting any results, we decided to go to class but Aiden stayed. Wanting to keep an eye on her. The last 24 hours hadn't been the best for me, either. The memory of me, stabbing that knife on his chest. Albeit, remorse was nowhere to be found inside of me, which caused me to think if I felt bad at all for killing him. But did it really count as killing if he was
