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The sound of the city center was reach it's fever pitch. It was festival season and the already crowded walkways were completely overrun by tourists from every corner of the world. The streets had been closed of from traffic for the day, so the groups of excited travelers, and rushed locals had spilled into them. Throughout the madness of what was known as 'The Saturday Market' There was a lone and petite girl.
Her hair was shoulder length and dark brown. She was dressed in a simple white dress that had, over the past few days, been smudged with dirt and other taints of the street. The girl seemed lonely, almost like she had come to the market in search of simple human contact. Although this seemed a much nobler and humble goal than the hundreds of goals held by the people around her, the girl had failed in her quest. Instead she had found a loneliness so profound that she was unable to move. The stood rigid, in the center of hundreds, whilst oblivious others unconsciously weaved around her.
She had been caught in her own personal void of emptiness when it happened. A sudden feeling on her shoulder caused the girl to break down. She hadn't shown any true sadness about the horrible event that had taken her life away mere days prior to now until this very moment. All of her frustration and sadness came out at once as she fell too her knees and sobbed uncontrollably.
Had the woman who approached her noticed the scarred tissue that had replaced the small girl's ears, she may have realized she was deaf. The woman had not however, and now knelt behind a girl who had just broken into tears when she had asked, "Now where have your parents gone off too?" The woman was flabbergasted* and tried to get the girl's attention through a series of frantic requests for silence.
The calls fell on literal deaf ears however, and soon more and more people noticed the small girl who had just broken down in the street. A small void appeared as people backed away from the scene. Strangely, no one was called to aid the child. Instead the circle grew, as more and more watched her in silence, not doing a thing. This pattern continued until even the woman who initially approached her backed away awkwardly.
As the girls sobs faded into soft whimpers, she looked up too those who looked on, she wondered what it was they were looking at. Her eyes fell on each face individually. It was then that she realized she had truly been abandoned, and her eyes fell to the street along with her hope for a future..
At her feet a single, blue book lay. The cover was worn and seemed ancient. Instinctively her finger slowly reached out to touch it. A feign feeling of dread nestled itself in the back of her mind. She did not stop however, and eventually the tip of her index finger found itself resting on the cover.
And then, chaos erupted...
Her hair was shoulder length and dark brown. She was dressed in a simple white dress that had, over the past few days, been smudged with dirt and other taints of the street. The girl seemed lonely, almost like she had come to the market in search of simple human contact. Although this seemed a much nobler and humble goal than the hundreds of goals held by the people around her, the girl had failed in her quest. Instead she had found a loneliness so profound that she was unable to move. The stood rigid, in the center of hundreds, whilst oblivious others unconsciously weaved around her.
She had been caught in her own personal void of emptiness when it happened. A sudden feeling on her shoulder caused the girl to break down. She hadn't shown any true sadness about the horrible event that had taken her life away mere days prior to now until this very moment. All of her frustration and sadness came out at once as she fell too her knees and sobbed uncontrollably.
Had the woman who approached her noticed the scarred tissue that had replaced the small girl's ears, she may have realized she was deaf. The woman had not however, and now knelt behind a girl who had just broken into tears when she had asked, "Now where have your parents gone off too?" The woman was flabbergasted* and tried to get the girl's attention through a series of frantic requests for silence.
The calls fell on literal deaf ears however, and soon more and more people noticed the small girl who had just broken down in the street. A small void appeared as people backed away from the scene. Strangely, no one was called to aid the child. Instead the circle grew, as more and more watched her in silence, not doing a thing. This pattern continued until even the woman who initially approached her backed away awkwardly.
As the girls sobs faded into soft whimpers, she looked up too those who looked on, she wondered what it was they were looking at. Her eyes fell on each face individually. It was then that she realized she had truly been abandoned, and her eyes fell to the street along with her hope for a future..
At her feet a single, blue book lay. The cover was worn and seemed ancient. Instinctively her finger slowly reached out to touch it. A feign feeling of dread nestled itself in the back of her mind. She did not stop however, and eventually the tip of her index finger found itself resting on the cover.
And then, chaos erupted...