This is the part where I can say "please God, someone help me" and I get no response. I could put signs on every door down the street. I could tattoo it across my forehead, but somehow, no one hears, or just doesn't bother answering.
No one cares anymore. I guess I'm lucky people did care for so many years.
I'll blockade my door and try to return to sleep. I don't feel safe right now. I can hear the restless, aimless scampering of feet, and sadly it creeps me out. Fear should be one thing not welcome in the household.
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