The sound of the screen door slamming shut jarred Mary out of her trace. The house was noisy and pack with people. "I wished these people would leave," she thought. Her chest started to feel tight and she couldn't breath. Mary was having a panic attack. She ran into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Her hands were shaking. "You have to be strong," she said to herself. Then she got angry and started banging her fist against the sink. "Why me, Lord, why I'm I having all this bad luck?"
"My daddy and my boyfriend Tyler both disappeared and today I buried my momma." "Who is going to take care of me?" She said.
Someone knocked on the bathroom door. Mary yelled, "I will be out in a minute." She wiped the tears from her face. She tries to get up from toilet but fear had her paralyzed.
The person knocked again, this time Mary has to open the door.