Unaware of The Screams.

It is late evening. a girl sits alone, unwatched, the first time in months she is truly secluded. even the leaves around her stay still, afraid to trigger.. she sits on the coldest patch of grass there is, talks out the headphones blasting music she doesnt understand, and brings her legs toward her chest, a feeble attempt to stop what is sure to come. she starts rocking back and forth slowly... If you saw her back, you'd think nothing of the figure, maybe she is meditating? None one sees the silent face she has made, curved into a scream that will never come, her full lips parted fully in horror, not even being able to make a noise, unable to let it go, from her black lashes, a single tear drips down, escaping the fortress of her daily reality, the trail it left behind freezes over, like she had long ago.