I wake up on the same old park bench like always. Nothing new to look at, just the same light post that likes to flicker off and on. Also, the abandoned apartment complex that I sometimes sleep in. The scenery never changes and the people come and go but it's not like I could talk to them anyway. I'm mute. By choice. Every time I open my mouth someone gets hurt. So I don't like to talk. I look around and see some boys coming towards me. They looked like they were looking for someone. Certain it couldn't possibly be me, I just leaned back and closed my eyes trying not to pay attention to the strangers coming towards me. A few minutes later, I open one eye to see where they went off to and they were hovering over my bench.
"Hi-ya. You don't happen to have a twenty. Do ya?" The strange boy said with an accent.
I shake my head.
"Aight. Can ya give me the number for the Mary Jane boss? Ain't no one gotta know. I jus' need my fix."
I widen my eyes and vigorously shake my head. I start to get up and move towards the crosswalk to get away from this pothead, but he tries and stop me.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Revenge of Kyle
TerrorKyle is a 15 year old mute. He lives on the streets. One day he is reminded of the worst day of his life. The people who caused him to remember harass him until something goes wrong. Want to know what happens? Read to find out.
