She didn't die that day. It would be too stereotypical if she did. But she did in fact die.

After that day she returned home with us after a week of therapy and silence towards us and the doctors. When we returned home with her she returned to the guest room and closed the door.

She would come out in the morning and at dinner time to eat. But she wouldn't utter a word. Afterwards she'd scramble back to the room.

It had been continuous 6 months of that. We did try to speak to her. She didn't speak. Not once.

Her mother had been released from rehabiliation. Convinced she was sane again, we sent flora home. Much to my protest.

A week after that. Flora was murdered. Well that's what we were told anyways.

The news reporters told us that neighbours heard screams. They broke down the door to find Flora at the bottom of the stairs, blood slashed wrists and her mother standing at the top of the stares holding something like a blade with a malicious smile on her lips.

The neighbours in fear tried to reason with the mother. But she was quick to slash her own throat and fall down the stairs.

There was no investigation.

The evidence proves a murder.

But I think otherwise.

I will never forget the way Flora looked at me when she left. Her eyes met mine for the first time in 6 months.

And they seemed to scream

Yes that says nothing and it would've been that way to me if I didn't see the scars on her arms..legs...and the absolute dead hopeless look in her eyes.