Silence (Ziall Horlik) AU

Chapter 15

Niall's POV

After watching Zayn a few minutes on his skateboard, I stood up so I could go get him to teach me how to do some of those things. I never got to him though. Instead the beanie I had on my head was pushed over my face from someone behind me and I was picked up in a pair of strong arms. I tried to scream, but a hand slapped over my mouth as I was carried away.

I tried my hardest to smell who was taking me or if the person felt familiar, but nothing was making sense in my already scrambled up mind. This was already a shock for me because I didn't hear anyone coming up from behind me or anyone even near me, so nothing was registering in my head. This is how it's always been for me when I got bullied back in Ireland, but now my sight has been taken away too so I can't even see what's going to happen to me.

The beanie was yanked off my head as I was throw to the hard ground. I looked up at the group of guys that were surrounding me and felt tears burn my eyes. They were all talking or laughing, but I didn't know what they were saying. I just watched them all and tried to get up from where I was on the ground, but got pushed down by one of them every time. My eyes began to take in my surroundings and I noticed I was in the tree line of the local park. This area was like a forest with the amount of bushes and trees here, so I knew no one would be able to see me. But, they would be able to hear me, even if I can't hear myself. I screamed for help with all the power I had in me and hoped it was loud enough for help to find me. Of course, that was short lived because I got kicked in the mouth by one of these guys for that.

They all kept talking to me and laughing at me which walking around me like I was some type of animal. I curled up on myself and hid my face in my knees as I hoped Zayn would come for me. The metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth as well as a dull throb, so I didn't dare open my mouth to yell for help again. The guys started getting in my face and taunting me with words I was probably lucky I didn't have to hear, but it still made me feel freaked out and like nothing was really making sense. That's how my mind has always worked though. I'm kind of retarded so of course not allot of things will make sense to me when I'm put under pressure. Sure it's just my hearing that doesn't work, but my mind not being able to get a hold of that small part makes stressful situations extremely hard on me.

"I can't hear you! I don't know what you're saying so stop it!" I cried to the boy that was in my face. All of them looked at me for a minute like it was settling in that I was deaf. After that minute of realization they all laughed and before slowing mouthing their words to me. The ones that I caught weren't very original. It was just the usual retard, freak and worthless. Even though I've been taunted with those words, they still hurt the same down to the very core of my being.

I tired to keep my legs curled up to me and not looked up at them, but the first hand that slapped me so hard up the head made me confused on what to do. My scrambled brain fought to even remember my own name after that hit, but as the next few slaps to my cheeks came I remembered this is normal. This is what I've lived with my whole life and I've never understood why. As the words they spoke to me came out faster to freak me out and the slaps got harder and harder, I felt an overwhelming amount of fear roll over me. I just wanted Zayn or my mum.

"Mummy!" I cried out after the first punch was thrown at my jaw. I laid where made my body landed and looked at all the boys laughing their heads off at what I had just cried out. I sat up slowly and tried to stand up, but a kick to my crotch stopped me from doing anything by laying back down and crying. They all seemed to get a kick out of my groaning in pain and grabbing at myself to make it go away somehow. Again, my mind didn't let anything make sense to what was even going on or why this was happening. I felt like I was in a cloud of stress, anxiety and fear.

More kicks and punches where thrown at me before I started to sob hysterically. I could taste my own blood and with every hit my brain would rattle up and I would forget to breathe or forget why I was even crying. They all seemed to get a huge kick out of it, but I wasn't seeing this all too funny. Soon they had me backed up to a tree where the ten of them crowded me, causing my claustrophobia to add to the mix of crazy emotions. I was slapped a few more times before my body must have been under too much stress and fear that I felt a wet patch begin to grow in my jeans. I curled up on myself and sobbed into my knees as my body trembled in fear and my jeans only got wetter.