A scream. Echoing endlessly. Unheard and forgotten.

It echoes and echoes. Never stopping, in a desperate attempt to be heard. To be remembered. But no one does. No, instead they carry on. Carry on as though everything is fine. How dare they? How dare they forget about the small girl? The small girl always helping, never complaining. And still the scream echoes. Growing quieter but never fully dying out. No the scream shall haunt this town for as long as it takes. Those who remember. Those who hear. They never fully understand, not really. Turning a blind eye, forgetting once more. How dare they?