The next morning, Sophia woke up, and with a glance at her room, she sighed. She had wished that what happened the previous day was just one of her bizarre nightmares, but it was not; it was very real.
"Dam it!" Sophia exclaimed, hiring the bed in anger. Now that the room was arranged, she could easily point out the things that had been damaged.
Her TV was gone, and her clothes were all gone, too. Her mirror, her rug, her fan, her bulbs, and her room were almost empty.
Aside from her bed, almost every other thing had been destroyed, so the maids had to throw them away. As Sophia sat there, she held back tears.
"Why is all this happening to me? Why wouldn't they just leave me alone? It's one thing if they don't like me, but why would they stoop this low just to get rid of me?" Sophia asked herself. "I mean it's all Alex's fault that I am still here, so if they want me gone, they should attack him and not me."
