I was staring at my feet, wile I was focused on words. Oh the words. They can come out in only three places. Your mouth, a pensil, or your expression. Yet they can effect you in so many ways.
My feet were slapping the floors of the school harder and harder. Fists were created by my hands as she talked. She talked, and I listened.
I had had enough.
I swung around, and with my voice raised I spoke.
"Can you stop!"
Looking startled, her eyes went wide.
"Yeah you! Stop talking! Stop talking about her. Be quiet, shut your mouth - what ever you prefer!"
Her voice came quietly.
"I-I wasn't-"
I cut her off.
"No. Don't talk about her. You know nothing about her! You don't know what she's going through. So don't say a word."
A crowd had started to form and a teacher walked up to us. knowing what he was going to do, I stopped him.
"Don't. Please, let me finish."
Turning to back to my subject, I continued.
"See, if you did know what she was going through, you wouldn't have said that."
I started ranting.
"If-if your friend had cancer, you wouldn't ask her to go to the hair salon! If someone lost both their legs, you wouldn't brag about yours. Of someone was colorblind, you wouldn't ask them see the sunset with you! Would you?!... No! Because that's common sense. Anyone with a brain wouldn't do that!"
My hands were flying in different directions, emphasizing my words.
"Now let me ask you; if someone was hurting themselves physically, and they were listening, Would you have said that?."
It took quite awhile before she answered.
"No"
"Mmhm. But the thing is,"
I paused because it was needed.
"You never know if someone is listening. You never know how much your words could effect someone."
I took a deep breath. And stopped the words. Because that was enough, to effect her.
