(⚠️Tw: suicide, murder, cussing, bullying, and related topics mentioned!! ⚠️)(this one doesn’t really have any of that)

(Reminder: this is purely fictional and any events relating to real life is purely a coincidence)

It would be hard to see them if you weren’t looking closely. They blended into the background like they belonged there. Like they were naturally there and never moved. Like a flower. I had been running when I noticed them at the corner of my vision. When I looked closer, I could tell they were crying. I could have just continued on with my running, but I was curious. Why was this person there? Why were they alone? Why were they crying?

I looked at them again. I followed my gaze until I saw what they were looking at: three missing posters. All boys. They were all over town with the same three names. Rolland Howard, Eilas White, and Marcus Elliot. According to the ages, they were in the same grade as me. 8th grade. And at the same school. I didn’t really know them that well though. I looked back at the person and realized who is was. Vexia. She was always with that other girl…what’s her name? Oh, that’s right, Cedar, thats her name. Where was she now?

At that point, Vexia noticed me and backed up quickly. “Where did you come from?” She asked, her voice a bit wavery from crying. “I just came from the running path. Are you okay?” She didn’t answer me. But to be honest, I didn’t expect her to. After all, she doesn’t even know my name. “I’m Angie, by the way.” She nodded. “I’m Vexia.” “Nice to meet you, Vexia.” I noticed Vexia move closer and lean against the tree.

“I can’t hear them anymore…” I heard her mumble, to me? Or maybe to herself? I wasn’t sure. “Uhm, who can’t you hear anymore, if you don’t mind me asking?” Vexia looked up at me, a glint of something I couldn’t quite name in her eyes. “The voices.” She responded and I raised an eyebrow. “Who’s voices?” She pointed up at the missing posters of the boys. “Their voices. I can’t hera them now that you’re here. Please don’t leave.”