Scarlet
I stayed in my room all day, too drained to even think about stepping outside. The weight of everything felt unbearable, like a heavy blanket I couldn't throw off. I barely moved from my bed, staring at the ceiling as my thoughts spiraled endlessly.
Every so often, there was a knock at my door. "Scarlet, sweetheart," my mom's voice called softly. "Are you okay? Can I come in?"
I didn't answer. I couldn't. The energy to speak, to even form words, wasn't there.
After a while, the knocking stopped, but I could still hear her pacing outside my door. The worry in her footsteps was unmistakable. It made me feel worse knowing I was the cause of it, but I couldn't bring myself to do anything about it.
A soft nudge on my arm broke through my haze. I looked down and saw Dracu curled up beside me, her small golden eyes filled with concern. She nudged me again, letting out a low, soothing rumble.