No more silence, come out of the fog

Lorna 2022-03-26 09:01:11

When you are hurt in an unimaginable way, you try to tell the grief you have suffered, so you call the police, but when the police car arrives, you are panicked, scared, and pained. Talk about your misery, you stumble toward home alone, in a trance, you don't know why such a thing happened to you.

You dare not tell your friends or your family members, even if your friends start to misunderstand you and your family members don’t understand you, but you still choose to remain silent, because you are trapped in the fog of grief and fear, and you can’t find your way , you can't get out. You have nightmares all night, even if your mother tells you not to be afraid and the nightmares are driven away, you still can't let it go, because you didn't say anything, the fog is so thick and thick that no light can be seen .

You become another person, you don't want to wear bright clothes, you don't want to talk, you don't want to take care of your hair, you cover yourself in the quilt, you hide in the closet with your clothes over your mouth and scream loudly, you see The long-haired girl is being talked about by the students, and you feel more and more like another long-haired girl. You regard the boy with the rebellious spirit as a new idol. You carefully arrange your own little world. Under the guidance of the art teacher, you Gradually fell in love with painting, so you painted a lot of trees, they are tall and short, thick and slender, some are lifeless, some are gradually sprouting and regaining their vitality. That day you saw that the branches of the branches were being pruned, Suddenly I realized that even a big tree with strong vitality needs to get rid of the unnecessary parts of the body.

On the bus on the first day of school, you meet a transfer student, she is very lively, keeps talking, and asks you questions, but just as you are about to answer, she starts talking to herself and continues talking, it seems that she does not You find that you stop talking, and you feel that people around you don't realize that you have stopped talking since a certain time. They're all expressing themselves, but they don't really want to hear what you have to say, and no one really cares what you're grieving about, they just ask a few token questions. The transfer student stopped you in the hallway and said he wanted to talk to you during lunch. You didn't expect that her heart-to-heart just told you that you don't want to have any relationship with you anymore, that you are the most decadent girl she has ever met, that you don't like to express, always keep silent, and don't care about anything.

Fortunately, there is an art teacher who has been helping you. You gradually began to face the grief of the past in the way of painting. You went to the hospital and lay in the hospital bed, and you began to feel that you were sick. You told yourself that the past had happened, No matter what it is, you start to face it, you learn to wear bright clothes, tie up your long hair that you haven't cut for a long time, try to communicate with people, try to express yourself, you tell your former best friend about your Encountered, in order not to let her repeat your mistakes, you finally said it, and the fog that has been trapping you is gradually dissipating.

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Extended Reading
  • Meredith 2022-03-29 09:01:07

    I've seen it, but I don't remember this girl at all

  • Imelda 2022-03-29 09:01:07

    speak and forget, then get a new beginning.

Speak quotes

  • Mr. Freeman: [to Melinda] Hey! You're the tree. Uh, you can eat lunch in here if you want. It's against school rules, but I'm kind of a rebel.

    [gives Melinda a sheet of paper]

    Mr. Freeman: Wow, uh. It's not a place mat. The rule is if you're gonna be in here, you need to be working, so choose your weapon.

    [puts some pencils in front of Melinda]

    Mr. Freeman: Do something, anything. Hey, does this inspire you?

    [points to the radio]

    Mr. Freeman: No?

    [changes the radio station]

    Mr. Freeman: Hmm?

    [Melinda nods her head]

    Mr. Freeman: So are you going trick or treating tonight?

    Melinda Sordino: No.

    Mr. Freeman: Oh. You don't like candy?

    Melinda Sordino: I'm too old.

    Mr. Freeman: Oh, right. Yeah, I got kids, so I guess I never get too old.

    Melinda Sordino: Last year, we were witches.

    Mr. Freeman: Who's we?

    Melinda Sordino: My ex-best friends.

    [angrily crumbles up her drawing]

    Mr. Freeman: What are you doing? No, no! You gotta give things a chance.

    [looks at the drawing]

    Mr. Freeman: Close your eyes. Just do it. I'm the teacher. Can you picture a tree? Any tree.

    [sees Melinda's eyebrows bend]

    Mr. Freeman: There it is. It's burned in your retina. You got it. Do it.

  • Andy Evans: Coming? Hello? Earth to Rachel! Alright.

    [gets back into his car]

    Andy Evans: Okay, what did I do this time? Hmm, tell me.

    Rachel Bruin: Remember when you asked me about Melinda Sordino? The girl in the art room. Why did you ask me if I was friends with her?

    [Andy stares and says nothing]

    Rachel Bruin: Do you know her? How do you know her?

    Andy Evans: [irritated] I was looking for you. Bitch!