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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Speak quotes

  • Mr. Freeman: Can anybody tell me what this is?

    [holds up a smashed globe]

    Ivy: A globe?

    Mr. Freeman: A globe? Gosh... what are you guys, 13, 14? You already let them beat the creativity outta you? It's okay. I used to let my daughters kick this around my studio when it was too wet too play outside and one day, Jenny put her foot right through Texas and the entire United States crumbled into the sea. I mean, you could... you could paint a wet muzzled dog chewing Alaska! The possibilities are endless. It's almost too much, but you all are important enough to give it too.

  • Mr. Freeman: In here is a piece of paper and on that piece of paper is a word. You are gonna spend the rest of the year turning that object into art.

    Ivy: Uh, Mr. Freeman? When I was little, I was really scared of clowns and I don't wanna relapse and have to go back into therapy.

    Mr. Freeman: Oh, yeah, well, fear is a great place to begin art.

    [Melinda picks a piece of paper that says "tree" and tries to put it back]

    Mr. Freeman: Hey! Whoa. You just chose your destiny. You can't change that.

    Melinda Sordino: I learned how to draw a tree in like the 2nd grade.

    Mr. Freeman: Oh, really? Um. Well, do you wanna show me? It's okay. I won't grade you.

    [he hands her the chalk and Melinda sulks up to the blackboard and very hesitantly draws a really pathetic tree]

    Mr. Freeman: That's a pretty good start. Yeah, let's see what it looks like at the end of the year.

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