Astrid shut her room door, a bit annoyed at the way she was being treated, and also guilty for talking to Maren that way.
Maren only wanted to help her, she shouldn't have used that tone on her, but she had no choice, her mum's illness was taking a toll on her.
Just then her phone buzzed, "I hope you will be able to share your pain one day, I would like to be a good friend to you." she read the message, sighed, and then tossed her phone to the bed.
Crouching her pillow close to her chest she didn't know where tears rolled down her eyes.
Her thoughts flashed back to the happy time she spent with her mom, even though it was just a few years.
Astrid's mind began to revisit the haunting memories of her childhood. Her father's brutal beatings of her mother still lingered, even though she was still there when it happened she recalled it. It etched in her mind like an open wound.
