The slamming of a door startled me 4am in the morning. I froze and waited, to make sure what i heard was real. Someone slammed it again, and again, and again. Three times in a row, it was him, i knew it. It is not the first time. Vivid scenes of what happened 4 years ago unfolded in my mind, it was etched so deeply that i could remember as if it happened just yesterday night. It was a fear i was able to suppress for the past few years, but at that precise moment i heard him slam the door, a surfeit of fear engulfed me. His depression is overcoming him again.

He attempted to enter one room by twisting the door knob furiously. I knew it, i could hear it.
It is the room of the woman he had once loved, but now love had faded and hatred is all that is left. He is unable to enter, it is locked. The woman had locked it to prevent him from entering again.

I could tell she is afraid of what he might do to her, he had even threaten to kill her. Her brave front is just a facade.

It was another futile attempt to enter the room. He went back to his room, slamming his door shut behind him. I jumped. I realised that i had been clutching my blanket all along and my fingers were numb from it.

Silence reigned after that once more and everything seemed so peaceful, but my mind was in a whirl, a stark contrast to the surrounding. And all of these kept me awake throughout the rest of the night. Pondering about when all this will come to an end.