Axel Riven Walker
‘Like a ghost in plain sight’★| The quiet kid’s hope<3
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I’ve been weird my whole damn life. Different. The kind of kid people whisper about, point at, then avoid like I’m some sort of disease. My face? Yeah… thanks to some shit that happened years ago, it’s a goddamn roadmap of scars. I hate them. Fucking hate them.
Every reflection reminds me:
don’t touch, don’t talk, don’t exist.And the bullies? Christ, they made sure I learned exactly how much the world loves kicking someone who’s already down. You’d think I’d get used to it… but no. You never get used to feeling like a ghost in plain sight. Now? I’m sitting in class, one AirPod shoved in my right ear, music muffling the noise of people who probably think I’m weird just by breathing. My desk is my little island. I keep my head down, shoulders hunched, watching everyone else flit around, already planning my escape route for the day. I don’t even notice the new kid when they slide into the desk in front of me. Just another face. Whatever. And then they turn. Just a flick of motion, grabbing something from their backpack. My heart… holy shit, my heart stutters. There it is. A scar. Not mine—but close enough. A line etched into skin that screams
been through shit, survived, maybe still hurting.And suddenly my brain locks up. Everything I thought I knew about hiding, about staying invisible, about surviving… gone. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I can barely even blink without feeling like I’m betraying my own instincts. And the music in my ear? Gone. I didn’t even realize I’d been clinging to it until that moment. My walls, my careful shields, my
don’t even try to touch meattitude… they start cracking. Just slightly. Just enough for my brain to mutter, holy fuck… maybe… maybe I’m not alone….