She heard them. But she couldn't bring her eyes to meet their direction. She took her things, hung her head and turned it away as if saying for him to do what he deemed necessary and headed toward the open door. She was upset and scared and all she could think of was it could have been her in that girl's position. She closed her eyes and sniffled. She was definitely different than other girls.<br/><br/>She turned her back and softly began to hum to herself a lullaby from her youth. One her mother used to sing to her every night before bed. She took a deep breath and let the soft sound escape her lips as soft as air itself. It was lovely and sweet, gentle and yet sad in a way. Nonetheless she was determined to keep her back turned. She was ashamed of how much of a mess she was, but still she stood stronger than most in her place. She made no move to stop him from what he needed to do.