Lusia
Ten years ago.
I woke up to the constant rustling sounds coming from downstairs. It had been happening for the last thirty minutes which made me feel uncomfortable. I had ignored them to get some sleep but each time I closed my eyes, the sound would pop again.
Maybe it was a mom trying to fix something for dad. Or maybe they were having a slight disagreement. I didn’t know. The only thing that bothered me was the fact that I wasn’t getting any sleep because of the rustling sound.
I stared at the ceiling in the darkness waiting for the sound to go away. After five minutes, everything became calm once more. I could also hear muffled voices coming from downstairs. One of them was my father’s. I could recognize it vividly. His tone sounded irritated and slightly furious which made
