Her voice in my bones

Chapter 59: Chapter60 The outside walls know my name now



It started with a blog post.

Written by someone I hadn't spoken to in years.

Someone who said nothing when I broke…

but apparently remembered everything.

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> "I knew her before the silence."

"She was thunder in soft skin."

"And we all let them convince us she was a storm to be managed."

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They didn't use my full name.

But they didn't need to.

People knew.

The way you know a fire by the warmth in the air.

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The post went viral overnight.

A million reads.

Comments like sparks.

Some disbelief.

Some rage.

A few with apologies too late to matter.

But it didn't feel like exposure.

It felt like a signal flare.

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By the next morning, the staff looked different.

Not the uniforms.

The eyes.

Worried.

Tight.

The kind of fear you only wear when your secrets are now someone else's story.

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Dr. Marek didn't call me in that day.

For the first time in months, no sessions.

No clipboard.

No tests.

No "progress checks."

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Just silence.

And that silence wasn't mine anymore.

It was theirs.

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I walked the hall like I owned it.

And maybe, for the first time, I did.

Because I knew what they knew:

> My words were no longer caged in rooms and notes.

They were out there.

Breathing.

Burning.

Becoming gospel.


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