The Mute

Chapter 2

After my father left, my mother stopped caring about my brother and I. She would be gone for days, sometimes weeks at a time. She would come home with someone and she would be drunk. I hardly remember seeing my mother sober.

The night when my mother was killed, it was easy for that man to enter the house and kill her. She had come home about an hour later and was already passed out, drunk. That man wasn't quiet about entering our house. He was loud and was banging things around, making sure he was heard. I woke up from a dead sleep because of all the noise. At first I thought it was Mother but when I went out to see, I didn't see my mother. I saw the intruder.

He hadn't seen or heard me yet. I had long since learned how to walk around the house without being heard. I followed him around the house and to my mother's bedroom. I stood outside the cracked open door and watched as he pulled down his pants and raped my mother. I had no idea exactly what he did, but I watched him move back and forth on top of my mother. He would bend his head down but I have no idea what he was doing. Once he was done, I watched as he pulled out a knife and slit her throat. I ran from the door just before he turned around and saw me.

The next day when I was found I was told what happened. I never said I word to anyone after that night. I didn't really hear what they were saying. I knew they were saying something I just didn't want to know what. To this day I still can't get that image of my mother being raped out of my head. It haunts me to this day. I never speak not even when I'm alone. No one will ever hear me speak again.

Many people have tried to get me to talk over the years but it never works. When I stopped talking I also stopped caring about everything. I never speak. I never show emotion. It's been hard keeping friends and jobs but I've become an expert at being alone now. After I lost my brother, I stopped caring about everything. Even my own health.

My brother was my best friend and when he disappeared that night I stopped caring. It's been nearly ten years since that night and I still miss my big brother. When our mother was away he would take care of me. We would spend everyday together but now that he's gone I spend my days alone. No one will ever be able to fill the gap in my heart that aches only for my brother.

I've tried dating but things never work out because they want me to talk to them but I can't. Maybe if my brother was here I would be able to talk to people and wouldn't find it so hard to be around people. I was always shy but when I was with Nick I knew he would protect me. He was more than just my brother, he was my best friend and my protector. I still have the locket he gave me for my birthday. It has a picture of the two of us from when we were little. That's another thing about me, my birthday was the day my mother and brother were murdered.