She broke into a run while shaking her head more trying to get the memories out of the brain. She reached her bedroom and slammed the door closed after her as she had done so many times in the past. Her room remained as it was when she was taken away. Her bed was neatly made. Her toys were picked up the only thing out of place was the papers that lay strewn near her desk where they grabbed her and took her from. On top was the picture she had been drawing. It was of a bird sitting on the blossoming tree outside her window. That tree was now barren dieing. The memories rushed back to her. She ran into her bed falling on the oddly clean yellow quilt that covered the soft bed. She put her face into the pillow and started to cry. She could not stop the feelings, the emotion. It had wanted to come forth for so long, but she had withhold it, but now there seemed to be no reason to contain it. She lay in silence crying into her pillow until she heard the front gate rattle a bit. Teli jumped to her feet as she heard faint voices in her mind.