The Silent Dreamer

A/N: This is my second story on wattpad. I haven't gotten any reads on my Fan Fiction which is fine since people may not like One Direction or Fan Fiction.  This story is going to be completely different and i will upload when i can.... I'm talking to myself since i may be the only one reading this story... But if your reading this story, I thank you :) hahahaha anyway back to the story :)

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* 15 years ago* (Charlotte's Mothers P.O.V)*

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“Charlotte is only two Mom! She can't! “I said to my mother who sat in front of me. I was near tears, but i managed to hold it in a bit longer.

" I know honey, I know" She said gently whist rubbing my back. She knew I needed her to help me get through this. I couldn't do it alone, with Steve in Australia with his family for a holiday; I was left home alone with Charlotte.

"She hasn't said a word mom! I goggled what the average age was for a baby to start talking and it said 16 months mom! Charlotte is 26 months old! That’s 10 months over the average! When she was 16 months she would cry and mumble, but now it’s as if her volume has been turned down." I said with tears slowly making their way to my chin, good thing mom was there to wipe them away.

I didn't think I was possible for Charlotte to be muted. I knew it ran through my family, but it skipped every second generation. I wondered who the genes would be pasted on to; out of my five siblings the genes of having a child born with mutism were 1 in 5. It was a possibility that the gene might have been pasted on to me, then by having Charlotte. Charlotte could be born with mutism. 

I wept at the thought. I felt my mother’s hand underneath my chin. She looked me in the eyes.

"Honey, I think we should go check Char out. We need to see for sure if you reproduced a child holding the disability of mutism. You know your grandmother was affected with this disease. It runs through your veins honey" She placed her hand on my wrist, and picked up where she had left off. “You know that Si could hold the gene or Beth or Stace even Ben. You can't stop this from happening Ashleigh. You can't let this effect your life. You can't let it take over you and give her up." She looked at me with watery eyes.

"Honey, I do think that Char-" I cut her off. I was now balling my eyes out.

"NO! SHE CAN'T BE! MOM! MY LITTLE GIRL CAN'T BE MUTE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT HEARING MY LITTLE GIRLS VOICE! I'M ONLY 18 MOM! HAVING HER AT THIS AGE WAS HARD! BUT I GOT THROUGH IT! I LOVE HER WITH ALL MY HEART! I WILL NEVER LET HER GO! SHE- SH- S- SHE HAS TO TALK MOM!" I had completely lost it. My tears had fallen on my jumper; I looked to see a huge wet patch. I have never cried that much since my Grandmother has died.

I felt my mother’s arms wrap around me. She held me tight, I felt better within her arms. I felt as if my worries had left me as I was in a warm embrace with my mother. I looked over her shoulder. I had to blink a couple of times to let the tears fall. I saw that it was a photograph of Grandmother holding baby Char, she had only been a few days after she was born a small smile appeared on my face. Thinking of how beautiful they looked together.

I had stayed with my mother’s embrace for a good hour. I thought about how hard it must have been for Grandma Ruby to communicate with people when she was my age. I wondered if she was teased for not being able to talk. I wondered if she felt as if she belonged with the earth. I wondered how Charlotte would feel. Would she have trouble communicating? Making friends? 

I wondered if she would feel different.

A tear escaped my eye.

I want her to feel that she is a part of this world. I feared for Charlotte. I didn't want her to express her thoughts but a computer or a chalk board. 

I feared that she would think she's a freak for not being able express herself but talking or singing.

I feared for Charlotte.

I feared for my baby.

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Present Day (Charlotte's P.O.V)

"CHAR! HURRY UP! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL! TWINS! TRIPLETS! YOU TOO! HURRY UP!" My mother yelled. 

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I counted. My mom hadn't said another word within those 5 seconds. RECORD! I jumped up doing a little victory dance as if I won. I couldn't stop smiling.

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I was just about to do another victory dance when she spoke. 

"This is not good" I thought. 

"Steve! Char! Twins! Triplets! NOW!" The birth-giver yelled. 

I heard foot-steps coming up the stairs. I looked around for my bell i had to let my family know i was up. I couldn't see it...

"I'M UP MOM!" I yelled.  She couldn't hear me which was great.

The foot-steps became closer and louder. I saw my door open slowly. There was my dad. 6 foot 5 he was. He smiled and walked towards me.

Oh shit. I'm Dead.

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A/N: I know its not that good and that probably no one will read it. But i like :) Hopefully i get some reads on this thing :) 

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