|The Mute That Doesn't Want To Be Cured||X-Virus x Mute!Male!Reader|

|Chapter 1|

(M/n) POV

"God! You've ruined my life! Why do you have to get so much attention from mom?" Skylar yelled at me. He always does this. It happens almost every time mom isn't in the room. "If dad were still here life would've been so much easier! If you weren't born mute he wouldn't have gone and died!" He always blamed me for our dad's death. The truth is our dad left to go get groceries when someone ran a red light and hit his car. It wasn't my fault that I was born this way. I don't want the attention mom gives me. I guess she doesn't want me to be affected by all the bullies at school.

Skylar keeps yelling at me. I wish I could respond to him but I can't. I started to tear up. "What? You're crying now? Jeez, you're such a crybaby!" He said, storming off. I only ever cried when Skylar made fun of me or yelled at me, never when others did. I guess it's because he's family and I want him to love me as much as I love him. I want to confront mom about it. I just don't think she'll listen to me because I'm her "baby."

I walked off to my room and pulled out a piece of paper and wrote:

Mom,

I know you love me and care for me but I don't want to have all the attention that you give me. What about Skylar? He's been upset about not getting attention from you. I see it in his eyes every time he sees you. He also seems angry with me, probably because of all the attention you give me. You should start paying attention to him more than me. I don't need your attention. I know that being bullied should affect me but it doesn't. I know you want to protect me but you don't need to. I can do things on my own.

I walked down the stairs. 'I hope that mom doesn't get mad at me for this.' I walked into the living room and gave my mom the paper and walked away. 'Let's hope this works.'

As soon as I got back upstairs I locked myself in my room and cried. I don't know why, I think it's because I don't want to be scolded by mo. She isn't the type to yell but I'm scared. I heard a knock on my door and wiped the tears from my face. I opened it to see my mom, tears filling her eyes. I felt bad and started to tear up even more. I made sure not to let any tears fall from my eyes.

She fell to her knees and pulled me into a hug. "Sweetie, I wish I knew how Skylar felt. Thank you for telling me that I don't pay enough attention to him." She started to cry. I hugged her tighter and cried with her.

Skylar walked past me with an angry look, but before he could walk any farther, mom pulled him into a hug and I saw his eyes light up. I can't remember the last time she hugged him like that. I felt bad but smiled to show him that it was okay.

|Time Skip|

I couldn't fall asleep. I felt like something bad was going to happen. I felt like I was being watched. This feeling has stuck with me for a few months during the night. I've always shrugged it off as being an animal but this time it feels different, as though it's inside my room. It feels like I'm being watched from somewhere in my room.

I started to cry because of the thought. I don't like it but I can't yell for my mom. I start crying more and try to get up to leave but I can't. I'm scared of whatever is watching me if anything is watching me.

|Another Time Skip|

God, I barely slept last night. At least nothing happened last night. I went downstairs to see my mom making breakfast. Pancakes... She knows I don't like pancakes, there probably for Skylar. "Oh morning (m/n), there are waffles for you in the microwave." 'Thank you' I signed. "You're welcome, dear."

Skylar walked in as I grabbed the waffles from the microwave. I sat down and he sat next to me and stared. It made me a little uncomfortable but I didn't really care. I grabbed the butter and smeared it on the waffles then poured some syrup on them. Mom gave Skylar a plate of pancakes and then left the room, probably to shower or use the bathroom.

Skylar put some butter and syrup on his pancakes and before eating he looked at me again. This time with a weird look. "What were you doing last night?" I looked at him confused. "Don't look at me like that. I woke up to you rummaging through your room at 4 in the morning." I was shocked, I fell asleep at 3. I had no clue what he was talking about. Fear struck me. I knew that something was going to happen. I started to cry at the thought of someone in my room last night. Going through my things. I'm not sure what I should do anymore.