The girl was really afraid of them.
All of them.

But then , one day , she wrote the things she never dared to say.
It was her.
Her real self .
They laughed at her , then got angry , and called her false.
They refused to recognise her .
And then, in the darkest of the nights,
when the thunderstorms were deafening,
they tiptoed to her room...and killed
the WRITING !

Mercilessly.

They left .
The girl was wide awake all the while,
and was relieved of never uttering a single letter .
Z.