text: The ride home is long and quiet. Dad can clearly tell you don't want to talk, so he leaves you alone. Eventually, you pull into the driveway.
  
  
  "I've told your teacher you won't be coming in today. Go upstairs and have a shower, you can have the day to relax. I'm staying home to look after you today."
  
  
  You nod, and walk inside. You pull off your mud-covered shoes, and walk upstairs, leaving a trail of muddy water behind you. You walk into the bathroom, and slowly get undressed. You unbutton and pull off your jeans, then step out of your underwater. You pull off your jumper, than your shirt. As you go to unclasp your bra, you freeze as you notice yourself in the mirror. One of the strange, alien symbols you saw covering the cave walls above the disgusting, shuddering, skinless bodies, is carved into your stomach, just below your belly button. You shriek, and you hear Dad call up to you.
  
  
  "Hazel? Are you OK?"
  > You say "There's... Something carved into me!"
  "What?"
  
  
  "There's... just come here!"
  
  
  Dad quickly comes up as you grab a pair of towels to cover yourself. Dad knocks on the door.
  
  
  "Can I come in?"
  
  
  "Yeah," you reply.
  
  
  Dad enters, and winces as he sees your wound.
  
  
  "God... what happened?"
  
  
  "I think someone carved it into me while I was sleeping," you say. 
  
  
  "Don't be ridiculous!" he says. "You must've fell and cut yourself last night."
  
  
  Over the next few minutes, Dad bandages up your wound.
  
  
  "Good. It's a very shallow wound, you'll be fine. Now, go shower."
  
  
  You nod, and walk off to the shower, frustrated at Dad's naivety.