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  • The wind howled through the window. The girl sat huddling her knees, waiting for the storm to be over. The bed brought comfort, but she could not be allay. She was alone and cold.
    Her father didn't come home from work. Her mother had left for the store four hours ago. Nobody answered the phone. Nobody came to her relief.
    She rocked back an forth, trying to soothe herself, but the worry in her chest just continued to grow. She ached, she shivered, she wished for sleep so she could relax for a moment and wake up to her parents warm embrace.
    Hours passed like days and the girl dozed into restless slumber to the sound of pitter patter plunk as thick rain fell upon the rooftop.
    She awoke to the sun rays shining through the window. The girl sprawled across the sheets, slick with sweat as the nightmares she realized were reality.
    She suddenly sprung up and ran to her parents bedroom even though her feet ached with sleep. But her heart dropped to her stomach when she came to see the bed had not been undone since the night before last. Her face began to rain as she bursted through the front door to see no cars parked in the driveway, but many of trash and branches and leaves withered and shattered as her heart was about to be.
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