September 27 2016, Tuesday

Mourning

She can feel it. The stares of her classmates burning through her skin. She can almost hear their whispers and she knew exactly what they were talking about. Alison Porter died. She witnessed it. Her dead was very quick and not too painless. It was inevitable. It wasn't her fault. No one sat next to her that morning. No one talked to her. No one asked her if she was okay. No one was there for her. No one but those things. They stuck by her like glue. They were naturally silent creatures, she hasn't heard them make a sound that is. She concluded that they were mute. It wasn't like she was seeking for their comfort, no. She could never seek comfort from those things.

There was one shadow that stuck by her. Almost as if it was comforting her. She ignored it's presence as usual but this shadow was persistent. Usually after twenty minutes or so they would have went on their way but this shadow has stuck to her ever since she woke up today. She would glance at it from time to time then ultimately ignore it but it was starting to disturb her a bit. She has to act normal, after all, today is a school day.