Heaven lay curled in her bed, still shocked and shaking from everything she had witnessed. Her grandmother sat next to her and stroke her hair.
"Are you alright, dear?" She asked.
Heaven nodded.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Heaven shook her head. She didn't know what to say. She didn't even know why his death affected her so much. If they hadn't killed him, he would have killed them. They did the right thing and she shouldn't feel sad about it. She should be happy now that everyone was safe, including her.
As her grandmother stroke her hair, she noticed the mark on her neck. "What is this?" She asked.
Heaven hurried to sit up and covered her neck with her hair. "It's nothing." She said.
"No! Let me see." Her grandmother reached for her hair and removed it from her neck. "Oh, dear." She said looking shocked. "He bit you. Why didn't you tell me?"
Heaven looked down at her hands. "It means nothing."
