[ WP ] A high-pitched ringing noise is heard across the world and does n't stop .

Sitting lazily on the sofa, face buried in a book, she felt a slight chill go down her spine and shuddered involuntarily. Seeing movement out of the corner of her eye, she lowered the book to see her dad down on his knees, shards of porcelain scattered in the small pool of coffee currently spreading across the wooden floor. He was holding his hands around his ears, visibly in pain, so she quickly rushed over to help him. 
 
 She tried to assess the problem as best she could, trying her best to ask him what was wrong. He tried to respond but with his hands clutched tightly around his head she had trouble reading it, and quickly signed that she would run to get help. Trying to keep her footing while running up the stairs, she called for help as loudly as she could. When she saw her mother she was laying on her side on the floor, clutching her ears. 
 
 She did n't seem to notice when she called her name, so she tried shaking her and turning her over to face her. Her mother's voice was raw with agony, but once they locked eyes she could see her softening up if only slightly. She kept calling her mother's name in vain, helpless in the face of such pain, tears rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably. Her mother forced out a smile that cracked once she removed her hands from her ears to sign. Right before the light went out behind her eyes, she managed to sign one last thing. `` Do n't worry.'' 
 
 It took countless hours before she even dared to move, the reality of the situation still up in the air until she acknowledged it. When she finally made it back down the stairs, she could see her dad laying motionless on the floor, a slowly spreading stain of dark brown the only indication that anything had even happened. Luckily for her, they had some fresh paper towels in the kitchen.
