The Demon's Voice
Finally, the pitter-patter of water hitting the floor and the soft whimpers came to an abrupt stop.
The plop of an empty bowl falling followed afterwards, then the hurried, rough shuffling of feet to a narrow crook of the cubicle.
After having eluded slipping into unconsciousness once she'd fallen to the floor, Rain impulsively scurried to squat at a safe corner and stare down dazedly at her scalded wrist. Not a single sound did she utter.
Her thoughts and expression remained blank also. Everything that had occurred within the past few minutes came to her as a nightmare she found too hellish to believe.
Across her, stood Derek aloofly, ad though insensitive to the atrocity he'd just committed. He only threw her a quick glance before turning to walk away.
"Why do you hate me?"
Rain's coarse voice brought him to a stop before he could reach the entrance.