Her world

One

No one would have ever expected that Maya's spirit could have been broken, even if she was a broken girl, and now shattered. She had known better then anyone that friends drifted, but she appeared to be the one that had pushed herself away. It hadn't gone unnoticed, but untouched for the first week of the strange behavior from the young girl, but as the first few pounds were dropped, indirectly caused by Maya's low self esteem, or as she would wonder in her head and head only, what self esteem? But when words rarely reached her lips for a few days, it became a joke, rather then a concern... Yet.
"Look, she's quiet." Whispered Farkle, loud enough so the group of five could hear as they sat in Topangas on a dark Thursday afternoon due to the sun falling sooner as the days fell colder.
"This must be Maya in her natural habitat." Said Lucas. She continued to ignore him. "I always expected it to be... Chaotic."
"What are you doing?" She asked Farkle who was leaning in with his vibrant wide eyes looking as if they could pop out if he tried.
"Oh no, we brought her back." Maya flipped her sketchbook shut and zipped her pencil case shut in a matter of moments.
"Don't get upset, I was joking."
"Thanks, Farkle." Farkle would never understand why she thanked her, for it was genuine and happier then her actual expression. But he had given her an idea. An idea that silence was key, and not only with volume. Adam had hit her. But why? Because she was in the way. And punched her. She was in the room and he wanted to be alone. And kicked. She spoke when she shouldn't have. The key was to fade. To capture herself in her own world where she could be numb and keep out the abundant, abiding pain of the world the dirt beneath her feet belonged to. And the walls were up.