Shower time

Ms Thompson said that is time for the mother take a shower, as the words hung in the air, the mother's anguished cries slowly began to subside, her body still shaking with violent sobs. The dark liquid continued to spread across the floor, a slow-moving tide that seemed to be pulling everything down into its depths. Emily felt a cold dread creeping up her spine as she watched, transfixed, as Ms. Thompson's face contorted in a mixture of concern and determination.

With a quiet urgency, Ms. Thompson stepped forward, her eyes fixed on the mother's slumped form. She reached out a trembling hand, hesitating for a moment before gently grasping the mother's arm.

She gently coaxed her to her feet, the mother's body swaying precariously as she struggled to find her balance. The dark liquid, now a small pool on the floor, seemed to gleam in the dim light, a morbid reminder of the events that had just transpired. With a quiet murmur, Ms. Thompson guided the mother towards the bathroom, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the silence like a **** knell.

As they reached the bathroom door, Ms. Thompson hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking towards the girls, who were still frozen in place, their faces pale and worried.

Ms. Thompson's voice, firm but laced with a hint of desperation, cut through the silence, "Both of you, room NOW." The words hung in the air like a physical presence, demanding obedience. Emily felt a jolt of adrenaline as she tore her gaze away from the bathroom door, her eyes locking onto Sarah's pale face. Without a word, they turned and fled, their feet pounding the floor in unison as they sprinted towards the safety of their room.

As they reached the doorway, Emily's hand instinctively reached out to grab the doorframe, her fingers closing around it like a lifeline.

As the bathroom door creaked shut behind them, the sound of the lock clicking into place seemed to echo through the hallway, a stark reminder of the events that had just transpired. The mother's anguished cries had slowly begun to subside, replaced by the sound of running water and the soft murmur of Ms. Thompson's voice as she coaxed her into the shower.

The water cascaded down, a warm deluge that seemed to wash away the remnants of the mother's breakdown. Ms. Thompson's hands moved with a gentle urgency, guiding the mother under the stream as she began to undress her.

As the warm water cascaded down, the mother's body began to relax, her muscles slowly releasing the tension that had built up over the past few minutes. Ms. Thompson's hands moved with a gentle urgency, guiding the mother under the stream as she began to undress her. The sound of the water was almost soothing, a stark contrast to the anguished cries that had filled the air just moments before.

The mother's eyes, still unfocused, drifted upwards, her gaze fixing on the showerhead as the water poured down around her. Her mouth, still slack, slowly began to close, her lips pressing together in a thin line.