She closed the door behind her with a sigh, leaning against it momentarily. Another student of hers had unfortunately been killed. She could only imagine the shock and grief of her parents; their world shattering to pieces in a split second upon learning that their precious daughter was gone. Their only child, as a matter of fact. Being in her own head over the news pained her heart. Annelise wasn't even two months pregnant when she lost her baby. Unbeknownst to her and her husband, the baby would have been a boy. Either way, the news devastated them both. Then her husband was called to fight and Annelise was left to deal with the aftermath on her own. To add to an even already tragic loss, her husband was killed during the war and the news left her numb. So numb that she was nearly admitted to the psychiatric hospital against her will. The fact that she was alone most of the time in the house meant battling against her own dark thoughts every once in a while, those which seemingly liked to taunt and torture her. 

[i]"Anni..."[/i]

The young woman looked up, startled by the faint whisper that seemed to come from everywhere in the front room at once. There were multiple indecipherable voices behind the whisper, but she could have sworn she heard her husband's voice above it all. Her heart was beating as if it wanted to burst through her chest, the fear temporarily paralyzing her against the door. 

[i]Breathe, remember to breathe...[/i] Annelise talked herself down, her eyes scanning the room as if she was expecting to see something, something that wasn't supposed to be there.

It was a few moments later that she finally walked towards the kitchen. Annelise would make some tea for now to settle her nerves a little bit.