It was her’s.

It never used to be like this. Not at all, no. She used to have a voice. A loud one at that. She used it quite often — to the point where it brought her so much trouble. Who knows where it could have gone? Perhaps something… or someone stole it. Yeah, it’s possible!

Maybe she met someone who believed she was better off without it, so they took it. She’s probably hoping that they’d give it back, like when your wallet is stolen and you just secretly hope deep, deep down that they would find it in their hearts to return it to you. OR maybe something happened to her — like she tripped and fell and her voice slipped right out. In that case, who knows? She would have to grow it back or something.

Whatever it could have been, it doesn’t matter. It’s gone now. All that’s left are the swirling voices in her head. They’re just brewing in there, hoping and waiting to come out. And while everyone else around her goes about their opinionated speeches and calm talks of life, all she could do is smirk, as she nods and shakes her head.