Chapter One
(age: seven) Elijah's Point Of View
I pressed my ear closer to the door as Mom and Dad talked in the hall. They always talk to each other when I'm not around, and do something that they call 'sign language' when they talk to me. Dad said that when I was a baby, they showed me movies that taught me how to talk with my hands, because someone told them I have to. Sometimes when I hear them talk on the phone, they say the word 'deaf' a lot, but I don't know what the word means. Even my teachers do the sign stuff at school, and I'm in a class with other kids that do the hand talking.
"This is all your fault," Dad snarled, probably glaring at Mom because they usually do when they think I'm not looking.
"My fault? You're the bastard that thought we should keep him! It's your fucking fault we're losing all of our money," Mom growled.
Frowning, pushed my ear as close to the door as it could go so I could hear them better. When people talk around me, it sounds a little funny and I have to be close to them to hear it well.
"You should've gotten the abortion when we had the chance."
Abortion? I've never heard that word before.
"You're the one that wouldn't let me!" Mom almost screamed, making me flinch back a bit. "This is all your fucking fault! If you had never said anything about keeping him, we wouldn't be in this mess!"
Who are they talking about? Why does Mom keep saying the words Uncle Matt told me are naughty?
"I suggested that we kept him, I never told you to do anything. Besides, it's not my fault the faggot's deaf."
I frowned more and had a bad feeling as they kept arguing. They keep saying deaf, and I want to know what it means. When I try asking them, they don't tell me, and the teachers look sad when I ask it, but they don't say either.
"Bullshit," Mom growled. "You know what, I'm not taking care of that bastard anymore. Elijah Cloud is dead to me."
Hot, wet stuff slid down my cheek, and when I wiped it away, I found out it was a tear. Elijah Cloud is my name, and they were talking about me. Mommy says I'm not alive to her anymore. I heard footsteps go down the hall to where their room is, so I opened my bedroom door a tiny bit and saw Mom going to their room. Dad was glaring at the wall before going with her, not even looking at me or near my bedroom. I stared at their backs as my chest started hurting badly, and a lump formed in my throat. Lots of tears slid down my cheeks as I quietly closed the door, then laid on my bed and sobbed softly for maybe an hour. Mommy doesn't love me anymore, and Daddy won't even look at me. Silently, I sat up on my bed, wiped all the tears off of my cheeks, and looked at the mirror that was put up across from me. My blue eyes are all pink, my brown hair messy, and my cheeks were wet with stains on them. Is there something wrong with me?
Why don't Mommy and Daddy love me anymore?
Why don't they look at me?
Why do they keep saying that I'm 'deaf'? What does that word even mean?
Do they hate me now?
The questions in my head didn't stop until I smacked my head pretty hard, and made it hurt. I looked at my clock and frowned a bit as my tummy growled, telling me I'm hungry. The clock said it's eight at night, and I don't remember eating supper at all. Being as quiet as I could, I walked to the kitchen before looking through the fridge for something simple and small to eat. After a minute or so of searching through the fridge, I pulled out an apple, then reached for some juice. I grabbed the handle of the container carefully, since it was full, and slowly pulled it out of the fridge. As soon as it was out of the coldness of the fridge, it slid out of my hands and hit the ground, making a loud noise while spilling everywhere. "Uh-oh," I whispered quietly, hearing Mom and Dad's bedroom door fly open.
Mom walked in and as soon as she spotted the mess I stood next to, she looked really angry. "You fucking bastard!" she hissed while glaring at me before quickly signing, *Look at the mess you made! You're grounded, and will stay in your room until I let you out!*
Next thing I knew, my cheek was stinging badly, and I was on the ground, the back of my head throbbing in pain.
Dad came out of his room and glared at me when he saw the mess too. *Get to your room right now!* he signed, looking mad.
Tears were threatening to come out as I got up and hurried to my room, leaving the apple behind on the counter. They never hit me, even when I broke a glass cup on accident last year! "They hate me," I told myself as I closed the door behind me once I got to my room, then sat on the floor in front of it. I sat there for a little bit, ignoring my loud and aching stomach, until my eyes started feeling heavy. Without a sound, I changed into my pajamas before crawling under the covers on my bed, the light already off since I liked using the window for light. Some tears slid down my cheeks as I laid there until I slowly fell asleep, my cheek still stinging in pain as the back of my head throbbed from hitting the floor so hard.
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Hey guys, I got the idea for this the other day, and I think this story is going to be fun writing (if I actually get around to it).. The next chapter won't be in italics, this one was because it was just showing what had happened to Elijah when he was seven years old. The next one will be when he's seventeen, and it'll go on from there.
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