She heard the thumping on the door and ignored it. Maybe it was childish to refuse to move, to stay still and sulk. Or to find new arguments to pick on the journal, attempting to convince all those she knew just how horrible she really was. Because her post wasn't going her way. Despite everything she said, everything she admitted, they weren't throwing the stones she wanted. Too many people were trying to be sympathetic, showing too much understanding.

Whoever it was at the bedroom door could wait. If it was Prim, she doubted her sister would take her silence as any sort of signal to go away. Actually, she doubted any of her housemates would take that as a sign. They'd come in anyway.

Taking a deep breath, she looked in the direction of the door and braced herself for whatever it was to come.