She watches them silently
Their fights, the constant backstabbing, the balances always shifting
She doesn't move
She does nothing, except watch...

And listen

She hears them quietly
Screaming hateful curses, spreading vicious rumors, squabbling
She says nothing
She speaks no words...

She writes them

Her pencil is connected to her eyes and ears
It puts down on paper the words she thinks, but doesn't say
Her voice is on paper, not in her throat
Her mind is in her hands, not her head

And so is their story's different

The people, places, words
She changes them so they belong to her
Not them
Their story is HER story now
Her story is MY story...