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It was still morning only 8 a clock, Shiloh sat at her desk writing in her diary. She had just woken up and was looking out the window. She loved doodling the flowers outside. Flowers, she loved them. You could show her any picture and she knows the name. others called it her little obsession. But she didn’t care it was more than that, the others just didn’t realize it. It reminded her of her…. Her mom, although she hasn’t many memories like the others, she remembers all those times that she took her and her brothers out to the flower field. She always loved picnicking there with her family. She also had some photos of her, she had stolen them from the attic a few years ago. No one noticed, they never did.. It was like they never looked back. What she realized was true they never looked back at her stuff just put it in boxes. In the beginning they talked about her, it was only then she realized how much she missed out on.. All her siblings had already their own lives, already memories when she came into this word. But it didn’t really matter they quickly stopped talking about all the memories with their mom that she missed out on. That’s why she hated being the youngest. She also didn’t had the guts to push further about the story’s but she written most of them down over time, because she was always very close with her mom and felt like she was forced to move on. She felt like she wasn’t allowed to grieve... Those weeks after where hard, she still wishes she could forget those horrible weeks after. All the sleepless nights and all the nights she cried herself to sleep. She didn’t dare to say anything because she saw how the others were struggling. Sure they did everything they could to make sure she didn’t notice anything, but without even realizing she did. They all had to learn how to survive, how to run an agency. Mary and Elijah even moved back in to help take care of everything. She didn’t want to admit it but she knew Mary had secretly come back for her… She once heard her brothers talking about how they were supposed to take care of here. She should have been in bed, but she couldn’t sleep like always. She couldn’t hear everything clear but she heard some lines like: what do we know about make-up and what do girls her age even like and what do we do when she gets her period? Or when she starts to puberty? Or what if she gets a boyfriend? All though they were all fair questions she still felt a bit grossed out by those last three. The only things she could think back then was thank god google is free guys. Lucky for them Mary came to help, although she was the closes she had to a mom they were never really close. Not that she was close with anyone… After their mom disappeared every relationship was more about work, about what all needed to be done in the agency. Of course it started getting better eventually but it was never really the same, but maybe that was just a part of growing up. Suddenly she got snaped back to reality when a bird landed in front of her and started to scream dramatically, like he had nothing better to do. She started to admiring the birds in front of her who had such a simple life. All she could do was wish for that. But no in a few minutes she would have to get back to work, back to leading the agency her mom made. She was used to it but the past week had been extra hard. They hired new people who still had to learn everything. They even set of the fire alarm 3 times this week! Can you believe it? All though she was pretty sure that Judah did it the second time, he was the chaos itself after all. Just when she was about to go downstairs she heard footsteps. Not the normal kind, more like someone practicing for a marathon. Before she could even start to think about what was happening she heard knocking at her door. Not the normal knocking it was aggressive like someone tried to break in. But before she could even say anything she was cut off by a horrific ear deafening scream.