Silent Boy

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Chapter 1:

It has been two years since I have spoken. Ever since Mary died I don't have any reason to. Mary was my girlfriend before she died in a car accident. I've never been more depressed in my life. After getting the call that she was dead I could barely breath. The funeral was the hardest part, seeing her in a coffin with her skin as pale as moonlight tore me to pieces, as if I were paper. The apartment I had shared with her felt so empty and Lonely now that she is gone but it was the last place I had saw her so it was special to me, and that's why I refuses to leave it. That is also how I ended up in a mental hospital. Since I wouldn't leave my house for weeks they thought I had gone mad so they took me to the nuthouse. My refusal to talk also made it worse. That made people think I was even more insane. But I wasn't, I wasn't insane I was just suffering from a broken heart that couldn't be fixed.

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