The silent child

xeroxia

xeroxia

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You all know her, you've all looked down on her. The girl who sits in the corner. The girl who cries and no-one cares. That girl. You know her, or is it more correct to say you know of her. Do you know her name? I doubted it. So whilst you were gossiping about some guy, or TV program, she was there, suffering. But you didn't care. To stop that guilty feeling I bet you just reassured yourself that no-one else went to comfort her. No-one else cared about her.
But you're wrong. Don't you think she cares?
I'm sure that if you'd spared what, a minute? Just to ask her what was wrong, why she was so upset, you'd have found out. You'd know when she disapeared and where she went. And now, it looks like you're going to have to read this, because you couldn't spare that minute. It looks like you're going to have to find her.
 
Poignant. You've touched up on one of my favorite subjects; and you did a neat job of it. Is there more, or is this a one-time-stand type thing?
 
I see you're looking back on the life you used to have. A single tear trickles down your face. Alone. Like she was. You stand in your form room at school, your friends chatting to you, but you don't hear them. You only see the empty space where she used to be. It's five minutes before school starts. Time is ticking away.
Tick Tock.
This is your final chance.
Tick Tock.
Can you forget?
Tick Tock.
You saw her tears.
Tick Tock.
You're the only one.
Tick Tock.
Will you help her?
Tick Tock.
RUN.
 
This distantly reminds me of an old Simon and Garfunkel song, titled "A Most Peculiar Man," about a loner living in an apartment building, going unnoticed and uncared-about until he dies. The call to care for our neighbor was implicit there; here, you make it almost as urgent as a defuse-the-time-bomb scene. We're waiting for the outcome.
 
Your breath comes in short sharp gasps. Your hair stings your face. Where could she be? The one question spinning in your mind. Your legs hurt. It's time.
Look back, that's your school. You know you can't go back now? Those days are over. But you had to leave, she needs this. She's gone though, disapeared. No-one noticed, no-one cared. Except you.
Maybe then you actually have a heart? Unlike some of your useless friends you left behind. Yes, they're gone. You can't turn back, or everyone will know. Where to go? Where to go? The world is open and free, for a runaway.
Are you sure she ran away? Could she not just be ill? Go, check her house. Go on, GO.
 
It's empty, that's obvious. I don't know why you even bothered. Where would a girl like her go? The world is so big, there are so many places she could hide in. So she needs shelter, food and drink? How about under the bridge? Did you check there? Of course you didn't.
You're going to need to learn to actually care what happens to her, if this search is going to be succsesful. Stop walking! You need to run, she may be in grave danjour. I know it's exhausting, but findung her is too important.
 
There's the bridge, can you see it? Look, it's her. She's safe don't worry... Hey, wait... What's that in her hand... it looks like a...knife.
It is.
Why would she be holding a knife? I see your running, but you must have realised but by now it's too late. Her eyes are expressionless, and her throat is slit.
You're too late.
 
Yay I have friends :D

Update:

At first I thought you were insensitive when you stuck your hand in your pocket, but it's ok, because you brought out your mobile. Hey, you stopped halfway through dialling the number for the police, why?
I'm sure they'd be so grateful to you for finding her dead body that they won't even realise you skipped school.
Now you're just being insensitive.
Don't poke her like that! Not just because it's disrespectful, but they'll think you did it.
 
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