Silent Art

Chapter 8 - Silent Confessions

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And I don't know exactly where all my fans have gone :((

Oh well, I'll just write to myself...In the darkness, alone :'(

OFF TO THE STORY!

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Chapter 8 - Silent Confessions

Baila

I knew it. From the very moment I saw him, I knew it. It flashed in his eyes like a ghost in the night, but I caught it, and I knew.

He'd been hurt.

He'd been hurt in ways I didn't even understand. I knew there was some sort of traumatic experience he'd been through, but I didn't know it was that bad. I wanted to comfort him, but how the hell do you comfort someone that was so broken? I could see it in his eyes, he didn't want my pity.

So what was I to do?

After sitting Ace on the couch, I turned to him and began to whisper in a shaky voice, "I-I think I'm going to go to the restroom. Uhm, y-you can stay right there. I-I'll be back." He nodded at me his eyes flashing with hurt. I was right, he didn't want my pity, and he felt as if I was trying to give it to him. Like I was treating him like he was weak; like he was fragile. I knew the feeling.

Rushing into the bathroom, I splashed water on my now pale face. He told me his life story and now what? Do I tell him mine? I don't even know the kid! Was I ready for that? Taking a huge sigh, I dried my face quickly and re-adjusted the beanie I had almost forgotten was on my head. Stepping out the bathroom, I saw Ace's face turn quickly and his gaze met mine. Any sudden confidence I was feeling, was soon gone.

Ace lifted up his whiteboard slowly, "Stop it. I don't need your pity." He had pleading eyes, I shook my head.

"I'm not pitying you." I responded. Ace scoffed loudly.

"I can see it in your face, you think of me differently. Like I'm broken." I shook my head stubbornly.

"I don't think of you any differently. Hell, there's not much of you I know to have an opinion!" I don't know why he was so stuck on this. Did he want me to pity him? 'Cause if so, this boy was seriously messed up.

"Stop lying to me." He wrote with a glare in his eyes, even his handwriting emulated his anger.

"I'm not lying! Wanna know why I don't pity you?! Because I've been through it before! My mom left me, just like your mother left you! My mother died! She died from depression! Okay? She died from an over dose and I couldn't fix it! Someone so full of life died from her own doing! Do you know how that feels? That my own mother was so messed up that she took her own life? How do you think I feel when people look at me with a face full of pity when I say Carter is my guardian? Or when I say my mom is dead from an over dose?! Huh?! I don't pity you because I've been through it all." I finished quietly.

Ace's eyes were wide in shock. I was pretty shocked myself. Our banter had lasted a maximum of two minutes, and here I was blurting out my whole life story. My cheeks flushed rapidly as blush rose to my cheeks. I averted my eyes away from his gaze.

"Sorry." I signed. I heard a faint chuckle from the couch. I turned around and met his gaze again. His hand raised in an attempt to usher me over. I sat next to him, and he opened his arms in an attempt to comfort me. I felt my face; I was crying. Without a second thought I threw myself in his arms, quietly sobbing into his shoulder.

"I miss her Ace...I miss her so much."

After allowing me to cry into his chest, I looked up at Ace who was gazing at me with his intense brown eyes.

"Sorry for crying into your shirt. I probably look like a mess right now." I said sheepishly. Ace just smirked and nodded his head at me.

I hit his chest, "Ace!" I said with a scowl. He winced in pain, then proceeded to turn around and scribble on his whiteboard quickly.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you hit like a man?" I scowled even deeper and hit him in the chest again. He proceeded to scribble once more.

"Seriously?! Do you like, mainline steroids or something?" I just pouted and turned my back on him.

"Meanie." I said with a pout on my face. Behind my head, I could feel his eyes rolling. I tried to restrain myself from pouting any deeper and/or stomping my foot. Ace gently turned me back around to him. He took his thumb and put it under his chin and pushed it out in front of him. Then he put up four fingers and put it against his nose before pushing it out. By now I was completely confused but I knew he was doing sign language. Then he pushed out his hand from his head as if he were grabbing something.

I looked at him with an eyebrow raised, from a different angle, it looked like this boy was definitely off his rocker. He grabbed his white board and wrote 'Don't'. When he showed me the word he took his thumb and put under his chin again. When he finished, he wrote the word 'Be'. He then took his four fingers and put it to his nose, once more. Then finally he wrote the word 'Mad' and pulled his hands from his head as if he were grabbing something, once more, upon finishing writing the word.

I had completely forgotten I was mad at him and was now fascinated by what he was showing me.

From there, Ace was slowly but surely teaching me as much sign language as I could handle right now. Even though it was completely silent in the room, once the confessions were out, we were back to normal, or as normal as two people who have known each other for less than a week could be.

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~Imari

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