Nira refused to come out of her room. She sat on her window sill replaying the events that had just unfolded repeatedly in her mind. How could I have let that happen? Rosa poor sweet rosa was dead and it was all her fault. I knew this would happen. "This is why everything is so confusing!" she screamed. She banged her fist against the window pane. The window shattered cutting her arm. She cursed putting pressure on the wounds.