Naomi fluttered anxiously about, ushering Miss Isabella from the foyer into the kitchen. She abandoned her broom near the doorway, leaning it against the wall. She peckered the girl with polite questions for a while, asking if she was hungry or if she needed anything.<br/><br/>Another girl soon entered, her long straight hair flowing as she walked. Naomi smiled unsteadily at the younger girl. â€œG-good morning, Miss Leah.â€ It was Naomiâ€™s greeting that brought the attention away from Miss Isabella. Naomi quickly fixed Miss Leah a plate of Lazroâ€™s pancakes, setting it down with silverware and a small bowl of sugared strawberries.<br/><br/>Naomi looked from Miss Leah to Miss Isabella, watching Leah glare venomously at the redhead.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh, wonderful.</span>The maid darted about the kitchen, tidying things up. She straightened jars, aligned spoons, wiped down the counters. As she was cleaning the stove top, another individual entered. She looked up at the dark haired boy. It was Kevin Neilan, the young masterâ€™s best friend. Naomi had to admit it. He was hot. Rolling her eyes, she quickly fixed another plate as he commented on the strange morning. Naomi placed his breakfast in front of a chair where he promptly sat down. She then turned to the sink, intending to wash her hands.<br/><br/>â€œAnd I think the walls are turning bloody,â€ said Kevin.<br/><br/>Naomi froze, her body going rigid, her hands under the hot water.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh, god. No, no, no, no, no.</span>This couldnâ€™t be happening. It was there again. The red. It was everywhere. On the ceiling, on the floor, on the walls, on the bed. It dripped. A sickening, rhythmic dripping. It almost sounded like rain. Blood rain. It was raining blood, inside.<br/><br/>Naomi gasped suddenly, yanking her hands away from the tap. Steam rose from the boiling hot tap water. â€œOh! Oh, that hurts!â€ Naomi cried. Her hands were blistered and red, and they stung. She waved them about, trying to cool them. Oh, it hurt. It hurt so bad. Tears gathered in her eyes and she let out a dry sob. She flicked the water on cold and stuck her hands under the flow. The water was freezing, and it hurt just as much as the hot water had. She bit her lip as her hands went numb. The redness didnâ€™t fade and she let out a whimper. â€œAw, man...â€ She muttered. She sniffled miserably.