- Vol. 05
- Chapter 05
What hurt, most, was the clamping down of teeth. The bringing of silence.
She would be prescribed painkillers and a mouth splint that would make her feel like a horse. She would grow inward on herself until roots and branches twisted into one. She would lie on her bed as it became stone beneath her spine. She would forget words, phrases, how to move her lips and tongue at will. She would yearn to talk about her feelings with friends drawn away to the noise.
She would hope to never speak again.
That would all come later. At first, the closing of the mouth as horror solidified within her throat.