The Shape of Silence by Rowan Dragomir Black

I could lie and give you a softer version of this story. Something easier for you to swallow, something that would let you walk away untouched. But you wouldn’t want that… would you, little Ghost?

Because when you grow up in rooms where the wrong sentence can cost you something, you learn to sharpen language like a blade. This is me showing you where the truth lives, how it survives in the spaces with the wrong kind of silence. Where pain stops being something you fear and becomes something you understand a little too well.
There are places I ended up that shouldn’t exist. Things done in rooms no one ever came back from the same. People who could still have been alive if I had been shaped differently. I’m not gonna try to justify anything, because this isn’t about innocence or redemption, it’s about what’s left when the pretending ends.

Are you ready, little Ghost? Because the moment you start reading is this moment you stop belonging to yourself… and start belonging to me.