Skylar hugs me asking if I was alright. I nod and ignore the image that once again flash in my mind, trying to disable me.
"Stop!" I mutter under my breath, my voice echoing unlike every other time I would.
We continue walking around the park and spot
a boy and a girl submerged from an alleyway.
The girl looked the Runaway, Amelia, that Ellie would always paint.
She looked about fifteen and the boy ten years old.
She walked up to a bench and sat down with the boy.
"Let's go over there and check up on them." Skylar said, grabbing my hand and we walked over to the bench.
"Are you guys alright, do you need some lunch?"
They both looked at Skylar like the god she was meant to be.
"Yes, we would like that if you don't mind." The girl asked.
Skylar smiled,"It's no problem."
Then we began to walk to the nearest restaurant.
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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.
