Unspoken Bird

Chapter One

Sang

We arrived in South Carolina earlier this morning and she had just finished unloading the moving truck. Sang father was away at work and my step mother was already in her room asleep. She sleeps a lot because of all the medication she is on. Her step-mother was sick even though Sang didn't know what was wrong. She knew that around 4 years old her Step-mother started treating her differently. 

Sang set about making sure the kitchen was clean and unpacked before she started on the living room. The counters and cabinets had been cleaned as well as the appliances. I'm used to moving frequently and since she was old enough to help, she's been doing the majority of the packing and unpacking. The only things she didn't unpack her step mothers things and very recently her step sister Maries things. She grabbed the boxes and got them in a neat pile to take out to the storage building in the backyard. She was almost finished with the rest of the house. The living room barely had anything to unpack besides a small stack of pictures of Marie, a lamp on the side table beside the one couch. There was a coffee table and a plant. That was it. Her things were in her little room and wouldn't take her an hour to unpack the small amount of items she had.

No groceries had been bought yet, but Sang unpacked a box of crackers and some peanut butter from what they had brought from Illinois. She made several cracker sandwiches, grabbed a glass of water and brought them to her step moms room. Her step mother was fast asleep with her hand laid across her eyes and she was drooling so much she had it running  down her face.

Sang left the crackers and water on her bedside table and left the room quietly. Years of practice have left her with the talent to be silent when she moved. She might not be able to hear her steps, but she could move her body to where her feet were barely in the same spot long enough to press her weight into the floor. She went up the stairs to her small room. Her sisters room was on the right side. It was easily three times the size of her room with a big closet. The bathroom they shared was also on this floor on the left side beside Sangs room. 

Sangs room was small. There was a bookshelf that she had against the wall next to the door. It was bowing with books packed on the shelves of all the favorites and classics. It was only three shelves but it was all she had. Her stereo sat on the top shelf and a small stack of burned cd's sat beside. She loved all types of music. 

Straight ahead was her bed. It was a small twin bed that sat low to the floor. The mattress was probably as old as she was with springs that always poked her in the back. She had one sheet, and one blanket. Beside her bed was a small table with a lamp and her alarm clock. Her closet was small but big enough to store her small pile of clothes. She mostly received Maries hand me downs but Marie was close to 5'8". Sang was barely 5'. Sang was also really tiny. She had curves, but she didn't have but a b cup and just enough butt and thigh meat for a handful. Her ribs were showing, her clavicle becoming more pronounced as the days went by. Her stepmother often used food as punishment and wouldn't allow her to eat for days in a row and then she was only allowed to survive on very little. 

It didn't take her long to unpack her room. She brought the few boxes down to add to the others and put her shoes on to go outside. She took them around the house to the building. Standing up straight she walked back around the front of the house to grab the mail before she went back inside. They were waiting on information about school schedules. 

As she was walking away from the mailbox she thought the could hear footsteps running behind her.  Right when she went to turn around she felt a hand grab her shoulder. She twisted, pulling herself backwards with her hands outstretched in front of her face. She waited a moment and when the hand was removed and nothing else happened she lowered her arms and looked up. 

She was met with green eyes. They were beautiful though darker than her own olive eyes. She finally seemed to notice he was speaking. She focused in on his words so she wouldn't have to wonder what he was saying. 

"Hi, I just saw you moving into the neighborhood and wanted to stop by and say hello.I was wondering if you needed any help? My name is Kota". The boy said. He looked to be around her age. He was tall and well built. Sang was very observant and often noticed every detail about people. But this was the first time her interest was peaked in attraction. 

"I'm Sorry, I Cannot Speak to You. I Am Mute My Name Is S-A-N-G".

The green eyed boy looked at her in understanding.  "That's okay. I can understand sign language. How lucky is that! I live right across the street in that house with my mom and sister Jessica. Are you going to Ashley Waters next week?"

Kota sure asked a lot of questions. Sang quickly glanced over her shoulder to make sure her step mother wasn't catching her around a boy. She did not want to start her first day in her new house getting punished. 

Turning back around she looked at Kota again and started to sign. 

"I just moved in with my dad, sister and step mother. I will be going to school on Monday. I need to hurry and finish helping unpacking. It was nice to meet you".

Sang turned to leave and went back into her house and went up to her bedroom. Looking out her window she could see Kota standing and staring at her house with an odd expression. He turned and went into his house across the street. 

"Sang! Get in here, NOW!". Sighing Sang got up and made her way into her step mothers room.