Kai looked at me, unable to utter a word, his trembling hands tried to touch mine's in an attempt to comfort me, knowing that there was nothing he could do. I had spent the previous two hours telling in detail everything that my father had forced me to do, explaining every thought and feeling I had had in doing so. At this point I was not sure if he felt compassion or repulsion for me, and I swore that the word "sick" was on his mind. Kai tried to explain to me that nothing had been my fault, that I was simply a pawn for my father.

I tried not to look at him in what lasted all his talk; he had made me feel vulnerable, exposing me to a world which I had avoided for years.

His hands swayed back and forth in the air and the sound of the graphite breaking against the paper stunned my ears. I could feel the sweat begin to accumulate between my fingers, moistening the interior of the characteristic gloves that I used to wear. The air seemed to be heavier as I breathed and the sounds distant, and the only thing I could hear clearly was my father's laughter echoing in the room and his rough voice saying my name.

I wanted to close my eyes tightly, trying to escape of the world around me, concentrating solely on not letting myself be dominated by everything that happened. Kai try to make me react while his hands squeeze gently my wrists, I couldn't control myself and my irregular movements managed to hit his face.

I don't usually have panic attacks in public, the last happened the day of our parents' funeral and Anna had to apologize to everyone as she slowly pulled me out of the place. The guests murmured harsh words, criticizing my meager volunteer force to deal with that situation, but the only thing I could concentrate on was Anna holding my chin gently and approaching to my face to dry my tears without bothering to ask what was happening to me, knowing that if I explained the reason for my state it would make the whole situation worse.

But this time is different.

I try to evoke Anna's calm voice, her warm hands on my shoulders, her aquamarine eyes, the tears streaming down her cheeks, her naked body next to mine, the expression on her face as she know what I've done.

What I've done to her.

I wanted to end this, I wanted to lock myself in my room and not be aware of the reality; I needed to get back everything that had been broken and to forget what happened. I distinguish the taste of bile in my throat, threatening to cover the man in front of me of a yellowish tone; my body was starting to get colder, the walls seemed to crack and the lights blinded my sight.

Kai holds my hands again, forcing me to look into his eyes; a small stain of blood had formed on his brow and his face paled like mine. I tilted my head trying to hide my tears, the tension regained its normality, just like my pulse, so I decide to lower my guard and drop abruptly on the back of the chair.

"Elsa, are you…" I deny slowly before I even let him finish his question.

I hold my head while I'm silent for several seconds, Kai had left the room a while ago leaving me alone while trying to improve my composure. My eyes burned due to tears and a sharp pain formed in my chest; the clock in front of me indicates just over 4 in the afternoon, reminding me that it's Anna's birthday.

I scream, letting out all the rage I felt inside me and picking up my things without much care I'm finally getting out of that small, suffocating place.

A/N: Ok, as you may see this chapter is not proofread. I really need someone to help me with that, so if you want to help me you can send me a message on my tumblr (kristofbjorgmans) I would be very grateful.

And for those who have asked me: No, Elsa didn't killed her father (but she was happy when he died).

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