The sound of shoes scuffing the floor
echoed throughout the hallway.
A black hood encases her face,
hiding her from the world.
She keeps her head down,
not even trying to make eye contact.
She came back different.
The girl who always cared too much
could no longer give a damn.
Bodies scrambled out of the way,
avoiding her like she was the worlds destruction.
No one understood that because she didn't talk,
didn't mean she couldn't hear.
Whispers slither their way,
into her head.
Creating something that cannot be thrown away.
They snap pictures
and post them everywhere.
Fingers slide down her arms
Because she is the dare.
They don't think she notices.
The lives being destroyed.
Because what they didn't understand
was that when she never speaks a word,
And she sees everything.
And that's why she will never be the same.