Three whole days pushed by, three very extended unbearable days they were, and none of those days, not even one day brought anyone close to stability. The suffering was the only thing surrounding the family at all times but more over trauma was enclosing Sylvian.
She was going through so much inside of her that she couldn't even explain it to herself. Sylvian had no understanding this time, and the truth here was that she did not want to understand anything at all. Every part of her body was making sure to refuse to comprehend at any cost. She wished to be quiet now that was it, and as of now, she was as silent as she could be.
Sylvian was back in the house refusing to see anyone, refusing to hear from anyone, and afraid that no one was going, to tell the truth. She very well understood
