The Mute

Chapter 1

     It was late one night when I heard the sound that changed my life forever. That sound, you ask, was the sound of my mother being raped and killed by the rapist. It had been in the news. I was only eight years old when it happened but I was smart enough to know not to make a sound from where I was hiding otherwise he would find me. Once he was out of earshot, I ran for the door but was caught before I could even make it out. I thought it was the rapist, but it wasn't.

It was my older brother Nick. He put a finger to his mouth and motioned for me to follow him. So I did. He lead me to his room and he opened up one part of his wall and told me to get in. I wasn't sure why he wanted me to hide in there when we should be running to get help. But I trusted him. I crawled into the hole in the wall and before I could even turn around, Nick had shut the door behind me trapping me in. I then heard voices and my brother scream then there was silence.

I woke up drenched in sweat. I have been having that same nightmare for ten years now and it never seems to stop. It's the same thing every night over and over again. I am the only surviving member of my family. I was taken into care after I was found by the neighbors and have been living on my own since I was sixteen. I have been in many different homes over the years with no one wanting to keep me around for long because of my attitude. After my family had been murdered with me in the house, I shut off my emotions completely. All my foster parents tried to get me to engage them in conversation but it never worked. That night I swore an oath to never speak again.

Life was hard at first not being able to speak but I soon figured it out and have been living the same way for nearly four years now. When I was sixteen I ran away from my foster home and started living on my own. I stayed at a homeless shelter until I got a job and enough money for an apartment to live in. My life is simple now and it has been since I got on my feet. I wake up, get ready for the day, eat breakfast, go to work, come home, eat dinner, then go to bed. Simple and that's how it's always going to be.

Long ago I stopped believing in love. My parents have been divorced since I was three. I hardly remember my father since I was so young when he left us. Nick used to tell me stories about our father at night. He would say that when he was younger our parents were in love. Then our grandmother on our father's side became ill and died shortly after I was born. Nick said our parents would fight all night sometimes until one night our mother had enough and kicked our father out of the house. He never came back after that and he never sent anything for birthdays or Christmas. Some say he killed himself. Others say that he ran away with someone much younger than himself. Either way no one knows where he is or if he's alive. I honestly could care less about him because I never knew him. I was abandoned by my own father.

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Hey guys! Welcome to my new story! I want to give a huge shoutout to my new editor! @A_Dark_Poet! She is an amazing editor! I'm so lucky to have found her and to have hit things off very quickly with her! So you can thank her for the grammar and everything being better than it was in my first story! Well hope you enjoy my new story! The Mute!