In the Music

She walked though the hallways hugging her books to her chest, lowering her head and trying to be invisible. She knew people were staring, giving disgusting looks as she passed on by. Many of her fellow classmates hated her and the few who didn't, pretended they had no idea who she was during school hours. 1

That wasn't too bad, she could handle that. What she wouldn't handle, was the whispers. They talked about her all the time, even in front of her. She would put on her music, drowning out their voices, pretending she didn't care.2

She did care though. How could she concentrate on the music when their voices, those whispers, wouldn’t leave her head? She felt like she was trying to stand up to expectations she would never be able to meet. So she tried to ignore by turning the music up louder than her ears could take. Her head hurt from the music, but that’s better than it hurting from the voices; those voices that act like spikes bouncing off every part of her brain. 3

She tries to use the music for answers. As if the artist’s voice, will bring change. Maybe the lyrics relate to her life and will hold a secret she’s overlooked. She’s never found anything useful, but has nothing else to believe in. Day after day, she lives her life in this exact manor; Believing in the music.