Savannah

Savannah was like this regularly. She always sat at the back of the schoolyard waiting... waiting for them to come and destroy her fragile, mortal body. Waiting for them to come and scatter the invisible pieces of who and what she is and once was throughout the overcrowded school yard for no-one to notice as they stepped all over it leaving footprints. No one ever approached them because no one wants to be scattered, broken or destroyed as Savannah was. It was them who made the shiver-worthy sound of clenching and scrunching up balls of paper of which were thrown at Savannah. These harmless paper balls felt like cannon balls to young, defenseless Savannah. The hands throwing these powerful paper balls were like the strong, titanium cannons shooting out these cannon balls punching holes through a young girl's heart, tearing her feelings and emotions into nothing... into air... air that would be captured and taken into the lungs of these girls and breathed out lacking and missing something... like Savannah was missing herself.

These girls had created an army of girls like Savannah over the past three years, take Chloe as one example. Chloe was once a joyful and lively teenager until they threw a small, white eraser at her. That small, white eraser may have appeared to of bounced off Chloe's forehead but really it stayed there for several seconds and erased Chloe. Erased the joyful, lively and creative teenager Chloe was. It created a new kind of being, a being with nothing humane but a pumping heart and a few other organs! They did this to Chloe and now they've moved on to a new subject, Savannah!

Savannah continued to sit at the back of the schoolyard as the paper balls continued to be thrown at her. The paper continued to be thrown like a never ending routine of tearing, punching and destroying a young girl's well-being with each and every piece. As the paper from inside Savannah's bag became scarce they began to rummage through the rest of the pockets like a carnivorous mammal hunting for it's next bloody, meaty and chewy meal. As they continued to rummage through the bag's pockets they came across a small book with the words SAVANNAH'S DIARY printed on the front. As they placed their devilish hands all over the diary they began to read. Read through each and every page of that book. As each word came from their mouths a new type of cannon ball shot through Savannah much more rapidly than the previous paper balls.

As they reached the final page of the diary a young girl no longer sat in front of them... The once young girl was now nothing but a piece of broken glass, fragile and broken! As the school bell rang Savannah finally felt as though she could breathe like the worst was over. She finally could take oxygen through to her lungs and let her fears and pain escape through her breath and through her eyes and down her cheek. As Savannah enjoyed this moment of mortality and freedom from them she began to wonder what would become of her... of them if she had the power. The power to control them and their plastic Barbie doll faces! The power to control their actions.

She was only a mortal, her blood was meant to pour through her skin and create pain, her bones were there to break and fracture. She had imagined the cuts they had told her to place on her skin.... She imagined them through her red and puffy eyes and let her thoughts about completing the task they had set come out through her crinkled, pursed and dry lips. As they walked away from the battle they had every chance of winning, Savannah closed her eyes and let time pause. She let the pain they had caused, spread throughout her body and after numerous minutes she opened her eyes to see a quiet and peaceful schoolyard.

As her fourth-period math class slipped away, Savannah carried her painful body to the Girls Bathroom where she washed her face and hands. This was her way of washing them away, washing their pain and hurt through the drain and watching it travel to a far off place. She stood at the sink and found the courage to look up and see herself in the mirror, see what she'd become and what they'd created.

As time slipped through Savannah's grip... the school bell rang, signaling that Savannah's worst was over for that day. Savannah ran from the bathroom and passed her fellow classmates, she ran all the way out the school gates and to the bus stop. Using her blue Opal card she swiped her way onto the bus and sat at the front. She sat at the front of the bus for two reasons being she was off at the second stop and that the front of the bus was quieter and more docile than its further to the back counterpart. As the bus approached Savannah's stop she quickly took a long-lasting and deep breath in and out, she felt peaceful for the first time since the break. Savannah once again swiped her Opal card and exited the bus, hoping for a better day in the future.