(Cassandra's POV)
It's a half moon tonight. It looks like a half eaten cookie soaked in milk. The night breeze brings with it the smell of wet sand and rain.
The pit-a-pat of the falling drops does little to soothe my troubled mind as I rack my brain for every possibility of what my mother is hiding from me.
She had returned home a few minutes ago and had gone straight up to her room without sparing me a glance.
It hurt like bitch but I'm more worried about the fact that she hadn't eaten dinner. Maybe she ate out. I sigh dejectedly.
A pained yelp snaps me out of my reverie and I look down, trying to find the source.
I am presently sitting on the window pane of the only window in my room. A flat is directly in front of our backyard thereby creating a narrow path between the two buildings.
I stare into the darkness of the alleyway, trying to make out anything from the night shroud but the rain is obscuring my view and it's too dark with no light in sight.