Triggering: Just a nobody.

[WhisperingSilence]

it was a normal night. she'd gone out for a walk like she does most nights to escape the thoughts whizzing and whirring through mind like a motorbike or a car going at 100 mph trying to not crash. walking helped her to escape for abit. headphones in, papa roach blaring out into her ears, ear drums about to burst due to heavy metal and screaming sounds of papa roach it gave her a focus other than her thoughts. as the thoughts began to calm she took one ear phone out and walked along the hill by the wall next to the store. She studied the graffiti tags that decorated the wall and admired the creative talent by the taggers but at the same time she felt like a massive wave of anger not because of she felt like she could never produce a tag or such a talented peice of work - she knew if she wanted to she could. it was more the fact that they had vandalised a wall and the fact that the tags screamed out that the people who had done them was clearly a somebody. she was and still is just a nobody. tags are usually done by one or more person in a group or gang. she had no friends and was not in a gang her tag would not mean anything to anyone.

[hocus pocus]

This is nicely done. I really like this part.

the tags screamed out that the people who had done them was clearly a somebody.

[¯|_(ツ)_|¯]

I like this part:

to escape the thoughts whizzing and whirring through mind like a motorbike or a car going at 100 mph trying to not crash

I really enjoyed this. Thank you for sharing!

[Kintsukuroi.]

This is nicely written. I liked how you used description.