I heard her name was Rose. I heard she wasn't dead. I heard she was slut. I heard she never spoke. I heard she failed in school...
I heard a lot of things.
Rumours about her spread like fire to the point where we painted our own picture of the girl. To the point where who ever she had been was hardly there.
No one cared.
They broke into her house and her clothes were stolen and her possessions were broken.
I heard the laughter head as they burnt her stuff.
I suppose is didn't matter in the end.
She was dead.
The ash polluted the air and got caught in my hair.
I bit my lip and said nothing.
I never said anything.
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Why Rose died.
General FictionIt wasn't the chaos. It was the silence. The silence in her head. It was the silence in her mind that drowned her. She had grown empty long before she ended the war. She had nothing left to live for.
