Drifting....

Look at me she screams out loud for all but no one to hear. Glancing around she realizes as no one moves that the scream was internal. Biting her lip she tilts her head to watch quietly as she always does..trying to become furniture. She does not understand what has happened to the people she is close to and why they are becoming something else. Raking her fingers through her hair she traces the lines of the bands of tattoos on her wrists and looks away across the library. Feeling like she is in turmoil and forgotten she lets her inner demons rage. Hearing her name called she tamps down the rage and frustration she feels and looks up..her false smile planted on her false face, as her eyes are still wary.If anyone cared enough to look close they would see what is really going on behind the blue and grey orbs. Sighing she shifts and joins who calls her...her pain a memory for herself at a later time...her sanity the question she does not want to answer right now. Standing she goes and joins her friends by the fire watching the flames shift and dance..lost in her thoughts she does not respond to the questions asked of her as she begins to slowly drift away....