It was one of the hottest days of years in Paris, recorded at 100°F.
It has been a couple of months since the diagnosis....
A couple of months since I last saw that girl.
He had always wished that maybe she would just appear into his life somehow. It was a long shot that felt to so close but so unrealistically far.
I'd eventually find out about the diagnosis through a very long winded chat with my parents. They said they were here to help;
It felt good that there was atleast someone that could help me through this.
Maybe one day I could say that I fought battle of Selective mutism and won! As cringy as I sound it would genuinely be nice to be able to talk to people.
Adrien had just came down from his room in such a giddy mood.
Jumping around the place like it was a trampoline park. He had been like this for almost the whole week.
His 7th bithday was just round the corner.
Specifically on the 21st.
And for once his life he had friends he was able to celebrate with.
During these past few months, he had gotten more confident in talking and finally had courage to approach others.
One person he knew always had his back, was Chass.
His absolute BEST friend forever.
He stood up for him since the first day of the new term.
I stared at the building in utter dispear. After hearing about my diagnosis, I knew I could deal with it but meanwhile I still had the fallout of being in the bully's point of view.
I just knew this was going to be the same as last year.
The same hurt.
The same sorrow.
The same burden.
The same judgement.
The same stares of disgust.
The same... All because I couldn't answer that stupid question. "What's the date?"
A question I still can't answer now...
Head facing toward the ground I waddled in quietly. Making sure to not attract to much attention to myself.
I couldn't bear it yet. I hoped today wouldn't be that day.. It was just too early, I was just too tired.
The fact is they always made it known that it would be the worse than the last time.
It was always worse.
They just took all their and anger and frustration out on me. They saw me as object which hurt even more.
I was worth something!
I thought he escaped. I thought it was safe in that classroom.
Large hands grabbed my neck and mouth.
My breathing became sparse and heavy.
Every breath was excruciatingly painful.
With evey squeeze I became more and more lightheaded.
The bellowing laughs confused me, how could do they do something like this.
I screamed until I could no more.
I kicked until I could no more.
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21 Lemonades
Mystery / ThrillerAdrien struggled alot during his life although he made the best and worst out of it. His mother was best friend, he shared everything with her but when she died on his birthday. He fell so deep into a hole; He wondered if he could ever get out. Unti...
