Guess The Mood

You creep through the house, peering around corners and tiptoeing across creaking floor boards until you come to the scene of the crime. You step inside the bathroom door and see the liquid soap, carefully arranged in loopy designs all over the floor. A broken tube of your mum's best lipstick lies on the bench, and a deep, red word is written smack bang in the middle of the mirror. 'Becca'

"Becca!" You call out to your 4 year old sister who is playing in her bedroom. No movement. You walk into her bedroom to see her plunge a Barbie into a suicidal diveoff the edge of her bunk bed. "Becca, were you playing in the bathroom?" you ask, as the Barbie hits the floor with a thud.

"Nope!" she replies, and with an innocent smile, she reaches onto her bookshelf, pulls out a picture book and flops back on her pillow. "Read to me?" she sweetly asks. You shake your head and turn to walk out of the room. As you step away from the bed, a flash of crimson catches your eye. Her hands are stained with an almost blood red smear of colour which is rubbing of on the precious pages of the book. You frown...