Since Scarlett has been out of the hospital a few days ago, the girl didn’t got out of her apartment. She was still feeling horrible about the event that happened to her and her family that lead all of them to the hospital. Everything was her fault and she knew it. The last moment she remembered couldn’t stop playing again and again in her head. The arguing, the screaming and the crash was still haunting her day and night. She didn’t ate and she barely slept since then. She didn’t even bother to pick up the phone to look at her messages or answering to her calls. Her phone was probably dead anyway. Scarlett was sitting in her bed, her arms wrapped around her legs, staring at the wall. She stopped caring about wiping her tears from her cheeks anymore. The girl was so in her mind that she didn’t even heard someone coming in her apartment.