The girl was sitting in the sunshine, on the mossy park bench is where she sat.
Hiding her wrists, hiding the slashes, the secrets concealed beneath the thick layers.
As an old man sat next to her she edged further away, she balled her hands into fists, silently praying he would leave her alone like the rest of the world did.
The girl, as she walked home, the leaves following her in the breeze, was disrupted by comments made only in her warped mind. She ran as the voices got louder, chasing her all the way to her dark and dreary bedroom, she pulls the grey sheets over her head to shield her from the voices that choked her.
She lifts her head, have the ghosts gone?
She is safe. But only for now.
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