Noise is a very funny thing. Somehow when its the noisiest outside is when its the quietest inside and when there isn't a sound around, all she hears are screams. Her own.
Ready to explode her head. She already scared someone might hear them, the screams, and get scarred forever by the terrifying visions in them.
Wonder why they say balance is beautiful, cos it just isn't.
If silence both ways is just not happening she'd rather drown her screams inside with those outside.
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