Narrator POV

Keila felt like she had to run, they had already talked to her but she didn't want to stick around. She didn't like the attention. She hated it in fact. It wasn't like her to be appreciated, not something she often got. Not often enough. Sighed and walked away to see Percy waiting for her. 

"Exactly how many times did you talk with them?" Percy asked with a laugh.

"They wouldn't stop talking, and ran out of time each time," She smiled and walked down the hall.

He laughed and smiled as they kept walking down the hall. They were both going to chapel, they separated when it came to the stairs, as they were in different parts of the auditorium. Keila walked away and sat in the fourth row from the top, alone, the usual. She watched as Mr. Reiter came in, smiled and sat down as chapel was starting.

"Come on guys, stand up," The pastor said as he got everyone on their feet.

Keila smiled, her favourite part of chapel, when she got to sing. Her hobby and something she considered having a career with. The song started and soon there she was, in her own world, singing her heart out.

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Mr. Reiter POV

I couldn't help but smile as I listened to Keila's melodious voice. I would hear her harmonizing sometimes, following the other singer, or sometimes just singing the melody instead. It was beautiful.

I turned my head just slightly, moving over a sit so I could watch her out of the corner of my eye and make it seem as if I'm just looking at the power point. I watched as a smile crept up on her face. She was praising, she was worshiping, but most of all, she was being happy.

I found her happy place, and I was happy that I'd found it, as I knew it was hard for her to find this place in her self. I knew how hard it could be to find a happy place, though, for her, it came harder than it should.

It made me happy that she was happy, it made me feel good that I was witnessing her happiness. I watched as her hands moved as though she was trying to strain them, like they wanted to raise in the air, but instead, she let them climb up her throat. I watched as she wrapped her hands around her throat and seemed to be massaging it. I realized that she was no longer smiling. Her happiness faded. She must've strained her voice too much or something because she wasn't happy, but instead of doing something about it, she turned to the screen and kept on singing.

Why was she doing this? Didn't she care that she was hurting herself this way? Or was it because she wanted to?