Silence could be the only word to describe the day at hand. To outsiders perhaps the silence would be a blessing but to one individual, the silence was a killer. It made her anxious. Her stomach seemed to be entangled with her uterus but the whine that wanted to release itself, she bit back. She couldn't whine nor cry out. She had to be like the sound: she had to be silent. If she broke this silence, if she made one wrong move then all eyes would be on her.

They would judge her harshly once more. Perhaps they were already judging her, whispering to one another those mean comments to share a laugh. She dreaded even thinking about what goes on in her peers minds. Subtle, her hands twitched to move to her head and cover her ears.

It took every muscle in her body to keep a steady breath.
Breath out, breath in. Keep the rhythm.
Inhale slowly, exhale slowly. Don't mess up the pace.

She yearned for something to take her mind off of the screaming silence of her mind. She longed for some sort of distraction to push the fear away and keep it at bay. At least until she goes home.

The twitch swam down her body and into her right leg. All the while, every voice in her classroom faded. The silence was growing into an orchestra. Inwardly she bemoaned, unsure if she could survive another round with the abyss of her mind. Her arms were sore from the other day.

Plus...
She always lost the game anyways.

The only difference was on this day, she was not alone as she was before. She was surrounded by peers. Crowded by what seemed to be the world. It was too crowded and the walls of the room seemed to be closing in on her. Everything was leaning in her direction, like claws closing in to choke her. Blackness coming to eat her away.

However, in reality, nobody seemed to even notice the war within one of their fellow classmates. The assumed that she was paying attention to the teacher and blocking them out. It was their usual. A game which they enjoyed to play, especially when the 'Ice Queen' as they dubbed her, broke her silence with a witty retort. They snickered, unaware of the nervous twitch or the slight fear shining in the female's silver eyes.

They noticed not the long sleeves which she held in a tight grip.
They just wanted to continue their game,
And break her mask.

The young female, however, has taken to keeping to her notes. At least that is what her classmates thought. Secretly, she was journaling her day. Each blank page in her journal knew what she knew; each scar, each emotion, each day she told the paper. Her pen talked for her. The rule of silence would not be broken.

Her hand wrote fervently despite the aches blooming with every stroke. She wrote everything down, baring her heart and letting the screams trickle into words. She felt the silence fading a bit and along with it, some relief poured out of her lips. She was getting lost in her art of words. So lost that she failed to notice the red beginning to seep through the cuff of her white shirt. She was just relieved for the distraction.

People noticed.
They always noticed.

A snicker broke her trance. Like the turn of a switch, her senses came back, making her hyper aware of her surroundings. A fellow classmate lifted her arm for the world to see. "So you are a cutter!" It was shouted with triumph. "We've been trying to figure that out since you transferred here!" The young girl laughed.

The class joined impeding the girl's peace. She blushed with embarrassment but couldn't get her hand out of the other grip. She wasn't strong like the average female. She was weak. Always weak and awkward. The girl shook her arm to get her to talk but her mouth couldn't open. She couldn't break the silence so she turned away. Eyes averted and mask pasted on. It was the only way she will survive this.

"Mute." Everyone snickered.
The teacher didn't seem to care.
None of her teachers ever did.

She wasn't of any significance. She was just a nobody, waiting to die and be forgotten. That was her purpose. The classmate that held her grabbed her, laughing as she mocked her about her ugly little secret. In a second, the classmate transformed into a man. An imposing figure that held her by the throat.

"You are going to keep silent, under me?" The voice boomed, knocking her eardrum. Every word was accompanied by a squeeze of her throat. She felt blood seep in her mouth but she felt no pain. She felt nothing. "Stay quiet!"

She awoken with a scream that was just like her: Silent.