Emma sat on the edge of her bed, inside her bedroom.
It was nicely decorated, with wooden shelves on its walls, filled with all types of tools, books, and tiny trinkets.
It was nighttime, and her entire room was dark, a faint light coming from the crevices of her door, a yellow light.
"...Can't deal with you anymore!" Her father yelled.
"If you weren't such an ASSHOLE, then maybe you would understand me better!" Her more yelled back.
Even listening to music, it was difficult to not listen to their loud discussions.
Cellphone in hand, she wondered what to do to get her mind out of that place, and like if answering her prayers, she received a message.
"Hey! Up for a call?" Layla messaged.
A faint smile flashed on her face before it disappeared with a short sigh.
"Now is not a good t
