Light. A bright light..flickering twenty times in the last minute. I woke up a three minutes and twenty seconds ago. The clicking sound of the clock irritates me, so I put my hands on my ears, closing my eyes, trying to get the pounding headache to go away. My parents whisper to each and I overhear my father, "Ever since then, he is just so emotionally detached. I don't understand how he, w-" As usual my mom, Katherine interrupts, "After all this time you still don't s-" I stare at the clock, not even making eye contact, "You know, I can hear you two. Or you must not care at all,and that's why you speak about m-" My mom rubs my shoulder as I hear her sniffles as she cries. I finally look at her, "Why are you crying?" My father simply leaves and my mom sits down, staring at the door as if it would open again. I knew it wouldn't open anytime soon.