Her father gives her a look, but she ignores it. She always ignores it, she’s used to them now. They scream of agony, and wonder. Of wanting to know why. She just goes to her room and closes the door. The darkness isn’t complete, it’s a shade above dark grey. All the pictures with faces crossed out still leer at her. Mock her silence. Even the dragon leers from his wall, grinning with sharp teeth hidden behind soft lips. Though his eyes are cut out, and his face scratched up, he still knows she’s there. His name is still on her wrist.