Silent Boy

Chapter two

I've been sitting on my bed in the small room I was forced into years ago, strumming the strings on my guitar. Music always helps to ease my pain, epically after Mary's death. Knocking on my door interrupted me from my concentration on playing the old acoustic guitar I get up and slowly walk over to the door hoping that it wouldn't be some therapist that is there to try and make me talk, which never works. While I'm about to open the door I hear a unfamiliar voice that Is coming from a man say "so the boy hasn't spoken a word since Mary's death?" "Yes. It's quite depressing to see such a young man to be in this much pain" A woman I believe to be Alice the lady from the front desk answers. I wait to see if they say anything else before opening the door but they don't so I open the door and just look at the man standing in front of me. "May I come in?" The man asks politely. I nod in response and move out of the way to let him in. He walks in and then says "my name is Jack space and I come with some bad news that I think you might want to sit down for" I take a seat on my bed and move the guitar so it is leaning against the bed. Jack sighs and says "Connor your parents are-dead". The words that just left Jacks mouth kept echoing in my mind over and over again. I grab a pice of paper and a pen off the nightstand that is next to the bed and start to scribble down some words and hand it to Jack. He reads the paper and answers the question that I had wrote down, with "your parents died in a fire" I nod my head and look at him blankly not knowing what to do how to act what to think. So I just sat there and let the news that Jack had just brought to me run through my mind again and it was all clear. I have no one and to make that worse, My parents are dead.