Chapter 8
- *8 years old Eris.*
- When I heard the front door open, I ran out of the small living room, the half legged centered table, the broken chairs, cracked TV and a slow rolling fan, making a noisy sound with each turn. Or was it the clock on the wall, ticking as if it was counting our lives.
- I hurried to my room and bolted the door from the inside, leaning against it, panting slowly.