She slammed the door angrily as she entered the house, soaked in rainwater from head to toe. Her mother came running in fury and slapped her face.
"Where were you? I told you to come home early, didn't I? Have you made up your mind to embarrass me everywhere?" Her mother grabbed her shoulders and shook her harshly.
"Do you know how I am feeling right now? I told you to do everything I say. I am your mother! It was your sister's birthday. It was your responsibility to take care of that. Do you have any idea how embarrassed I was in front of my in-laws?"
As her mother said this furiously, she pushed her mother away, and a tear fell from her eye.
"Birthday!? You care about a celebration? You knew, didn't you?" she whispered.
Her mother looked at her with an unserious expression.
"What the hell are you on about? Speak up!"
"Alice died!" she shouted, starting to cry. It was as if her heart was about to burst. "Dad is in the hospital!"
She looked at her mother, who was not shocked or sad. She was not even surprised by this sudden news.
"Well... did you give him a funeral? If so, you should have come earlier," her mother said carelessly.
She looked at her mother. She was a mother, Alice's mother, and her mother. She was not hurt at all. Does she not have a heart? Hanna thought. How can someone be this calm after hearing that her son died?
Hanna, not in her right mind, started to throw things from her surroundings that her mother cherished more than her daughter.
Her mother's husband came running with his daughter Laila.
"What on earth is happening here, Sabrina? And what's that brat doing? Stop her at this instant!" he said loudly.
"Oh dear... I'll handle this myself. You two must be tired after a long day."
"Are you not ashamed? Are you not sorry for what you did to us?" Hanna shouted. Her mother started to slap her and didn't stop. She grabbed her by the hair, her face looking more evil than a witch.
"Where are your manners? Is this how I raised you? You mannerless brat. Apologize right now or it will not be good for you." She pushed her into the corner of the room.
Hanna went silent for a moment and looked up at the three of them.
"You did that to them. You all killed my brother... my father is in the hospital because of you." She was speaking in a firm but broken voice.
"What are you saying, Hanna? Alice is no more? How did it happen? I am really sorry for what happened. Are you alright?" the man's daughter said. As Hanna looked at her, she was smiling. Is she happy? Is she enjoying this? Hanna thought.
"Look how kind my daughter is to care for you," her mother said and embraced the man's daughter.
At this point, she felt nothing. She was numb. She didn't know what to do. There was nothing left. Her father was dying, and her brother, who was just 15 years old, was not in this world anymore.
Hanna started to punch the floor. She was crying with a heart that had been broken. She cried and punched more harshly. Her hands started to bleed, but she didn't stop.
"Dad, she has gone crazy. I am scared. Get her out of here. Please, Dad." Laila held her father's arm and said.
That man looked at Hanna's mother, who was standing still, watching her own daughter cry... but didn't stop her from hurting herself. Maybe she was happy.