The forgotten past

Aileen's POV

"Mom! Dad!" I yell as I reach the porch, the doors are still lock as I wiggle and twist the knob violently, the mat is still in place when I look down(well, sort of, it moved as soon as I landed on it), for sure they haven't drop back yet. What to do? I don't know any other people guided by East Asian Deities...my brother is one, but his back...I mean, I just saw him earlier. I drop on my knees as I feel my mind blacking out, all this thinking makes me lose my positive side(but to begin with, I think I already lost it.)