The rest of the ride to school was pretty uneventful.
Justin didn't say anything stupid that would anger Skylar.(Probably the best thing for his safety.)
It was loud. Too loud.
I hate loud noises with a passion. I always have since I was young and my sister went crazy and tried to hurt my mother.
The bullet trigger being pulled was extremely loud. Like I said, too loud.
My sister, Scylla, has Schizophrenia.
She had been hearing all these voices in her head telling her to hurt Mom or to hurt herself.
She shot my mom in the leg and herself in the brain.
She is brain dead but we can't stand to pull her plug. The only thing keeping her breathing.
I visit her everyday.
Mom says that we need to let go soon because we don't have the money to pay her her medical bills.
See? I told you I ramble on the way to school.
What was I saying again? Oh yes, it was too loud.
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General FictionWords are stuck deep down in her throat. Heart. Soul. No one gives her attention because they all brush her off as the silent girl. The one too dumb to speak.
