"Freak!"
I hear as I rush down the hallway trying to run away from the pain. But all I realized is you can't run away from the pain, the sorrow, and your troubles. All it does is follow. If only I can speak my mind to that stupid jock. I wouldn't have to run. I could take a nice walk and enjoy life and not let it pass me by. I could only dream. Almost like a brick wall I ran into a solid figure that was in the middle of my path. Maybe I shouldn't have had my head down. I looked up.
"Hi, I'm Mikey." A boy who I had ran into said.
He must have been new because i didn't recognize him.
It was only then when he said "What's wrong?" had I realized I was crying.
If only I could tell him what's wrong. In his face it looked as if he cared. I wanted words to come out of my mouth so bad but it just wouldn't happen. So, I just put my head down and walked past him. He called after me but I didn't turn. I couldn't even answer him if I wanted to and I really wanted to.
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RomanceHi, I'm Elli. I live a life of pain and misery. My silence has grown too loud to go unnoticed. I get talked about everyday. Taunted with criticizing words like freak, weird, and much more that I'd rather leave unnamed. I'm mute. I can't talk, I can...