TWO WEEKS LATER
Mattie's eyes were all swollen, her skin pale as she shivered in cold even when there was none.
She sat on the couch in her room, staring blankly into space. It had been two weeks since the incident, and she had been confined to the house, cut off from the outside world.
No one had come to visit her, no one had checked in on her, only the maid assigned to her to give her food. She was alone, and the isolation was suffocating her.
She looked down at her hands, and they were shaking. She felt weak, vulnerable, and scared.
She had been throwing up constantly, and her body ached all over. She recoiled her hands in fear, as she grabbed her chest, feeling like she was having a heart attack.
"Anybody out there?" she called out but there was no response, her voice was becoming weak.