She Will Be Gone.

Scars

“What’s it like having such a big birth mark across your face?” I asked Pacy.
“How’d you know it was a birth mark?” Pacy asked back.
“The texture, birthmarks usually have a couple bumps.” I answered.
“People usually think it’s a scar.”
“Well, it looks like a birthmark.”

“Are the marks on your face birthmarks?” Pacy asked me.
“No…”

“Are they scars?”
“Yes.” I answered.
“How’d you get them?” Pacy questioned.
I hesitated.
“I um fell down the stairs when I was little…” I lied.
“What about the ones on your legs? They look...” Pacy asked.
“Oh… sorry.”
I didn’t respond to that. I wanted to but I couldn’t.

“You should learn Asl it’d be quite helpful for when you go non-verbal.”
I blinked twice and looked to the floor. The truth was I DID know sign language, but it was much harder for me to use it with the cuffs on as they also made sure I couldn’t use magic.

‘I do’ I signed.
“Oh, then why don’t you use it?” Pacy asked.
‘Can’t’ I signed back in answer.
I did know some basic words without magic but the good thing about the magic is I can make the people around me comprehend or not comprehend the language I’m using.

‘magic’ I added.
“You have magic?” Pacy sounded exited.
“Y-s b-ut the cu-ffs.” I spoke again with my mouth and not my hands.
“Don’t force yourself to speak it’s okay.”
I coughed a couple times and brushed off Pacy’s concern as I was fine.

The second day of school was bad. I have a very, very bad feeling about this whole thing. most the teachers hate me, in fact the only teacher that does like me is the art teacher because “I have an artistic aura” or something I have no idea what she means by that but at least it means I can draw and paint without being annoyed.