Wake Up

I never speak to anyone unless spoken to; I never let anyone see my face since I’m ugly. Invisible bruises from the night before keeps my body sore, and alert. The beatings I’ve endured till now have killed off my ability to feel any type of emotion unless that emotion is negative. My soul settles in the only thing I’ve bothered to care for. My Violin, and if anyone wishes to know the true me all they need to do is listen to the crying strings I play.

Though I know no one will.


She is the shadow of the school only I can see. She is always silent and towards the back of the room, only talking when the teacher calls on her and answering with a meek voice. For a person who did nothing to stand out she caught my eye the first time I heard her voice at the back of the room during attendance. Rabbit’s her name, unusual one, but I feel it fits her. She doesn’t talk, or seemed attached to anyone and keeps to herself. No one really knows who she is as well as what she looks like as her bangs cover her face, not that anyone seems to care. Yet I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from her.

Who is she?