just because headphones are in her ears, it doesn't mean there's anything playing. she was in her dimly lit room, preparing for bed when she hears her mom and brother talking and focuses in because she was alerted by the sound of her name being brought up in conversation. sentence upon sentence were piled into her mind about the flaws in her personality, burying her self esteem farther into the ground, as if it could be lowered anymore. carrying her empty glass, that once held water in it, into the kitchen, the conversation that was being carried out seconds before she made her presence known, changed to something about the soggy weather their city had been experiencing. she retreats back to her bedroom and can't help but let a few tears slip from her eyes. it hurt her to have her own family think those things about her, and that they also had the audacity to say things like that, about her while she was
within earshot. she had always hoped that her insecurities weren't a spectacle to others, but apparently they were. her mother comes into her bedroom to say goodnight, but haults once she hears quiet but broken sobs coming from her daughter. her mother asks what's wrong. she tells her that she had over heard the conversation between her and her sibling, and is simply told that yes, you were a topic of conversation, but nothing to belittle you was mentioned. it's lovely how her mother said that just to protect her daughters mangled feelings.
