mute depression

two from the stars

 one thing opal loved about the school's hallways: the noise.

opal walked alone in the hall where teenagers' whispers and small talks lived. she hugged her journal closer to her chest and her ribs did the same thing with her pounding heart.

the noise saved her from the silence ghosts the ones that played with her thoughts and the others that were hideously laughing. they now left her with a peaceful empty mind.

in the previous period opal made a few throats release laughs as well as she made lots of faces smile. but these laughs and smiles did not make her heart warm. people thought that opal was optimistic, that she did not want anyone to make her happy or ask if she was okay. because they thought that she could pick herself up again whenever she fell.

little did they know that the ones who make us happy are the ones who truly need someone to make them happy. This thought was another arrow of sorrow passing through opal's fragile heart.

eventually, she stopped in front of her locker.

"this friday is going to be the best!" a teenager spoke, the silence in opal's head broke.

opal made people happy, they told her 'you're cute' many times; however, she have never made a good friend. every friday she had to listen to her father talking about her future. every friday she wished that she could have the same spark in his eyes every time she talked about it too.