There sat the girl from the bus stop.
She sat still not making any sort of eye contact with the people on the bus.
She sat there, looking outside the window and not moving an inch. You'd think she was a statue but surely enough her blinking and moving chest would vividly correct you.
Looking at her you'd think she was enjoying the beautiful scenery, but I could tell she wasn't even seeing anything outside, she was just deep in her thoughts, stuck in that mindless faze. Not seeing anyone, not hearing anything. She liked it, it made her forget, forget everything that happened to her, it made her numb, she liked that numbness it brought.
The girl on the bus.
She would eventually come out of her world, but only for a few minutes, she would scratch her fingers, pinch them even, just to feel, to reassure her that she was indeed alive, after she was certain, she would sigh and go back to her world.
What a peaceful world it was.
