Not A Word
"I can't stand your voice."
"Go to your room, you worthless child!"
"....not a word."
Those were the things my parents said to me. They were hurtful, but I still obeyed. I tried to be a perfect child but nothing pleased them.
I don't speak. Not a sound comes from my mouth. Nothing has since I was 8 years old. My parents died when I was 11 and to this day, I don't speak. Still fulfilling their last wish.
I'm 16 now. I'm in high school.
Also I'm a street fighter. I don't work at another job because, it might require me to talk. Which I obviously can't do. I don't need to when I fight. It pays enough, but it is dangerous.
Then I meet a group of people who would change my life for the better.
But I didn't know it then.