The Virtue Of Silence

Specks of Dust, or Hope?

Lukas? What was he doing here? He was a part of the crowd, almost nobody. Wait, so was I. But, when did he ever show any care for me? When we first met in my first class that I could attend here, he just said a simple intro and thst was it. He didn't really care what the hell happened to me.

He had that amused question in his eyes like he was waiting for an answer. I gave him a blank stare. Why was he looking at me like that?

"Did you hear me?" he asked.

I shook my head, wincing at the movement. Jeez, how much damage did I take?

He chuckled. "I was wondering if you were going to be okay," he says in question.

My blank stare became a wondering to shock. Wondering because why would he give a damn, and shock because, well, I don't know.

My face went back to blank and I bowed my head again, nodding when it reached it's limit and it basically just hung there.

"Do you want some of my lunch? I know you haven't eaten anything," he says.

I shook my head. One minute he doesn't give a damn, and the next he's going as far as offering me something to eat when I don't even know the guy. I sighed. So much damn thinking I can barely get my head on straight.

"Well, how about I walk you to class. You know, just to make sure you don't get hailed again," he says.

I lifted my gaze to his and tried to mimick a question into my eyes as to why he's caring so much.

"Oh, are you suprised that I'm showing so much care for you," he chuckles nervously.

I nodded slowly, still the question look in my eyes.

"Well, it's just that almost everyone gets bullied at some point in their life whether they know it or not. I just thought that I could help you," he replies. Weird, he actually answered my question.

Understanding flooded my face. So, he wants to help people. Well, he's looking at the wrong person. I may seem like I need the extra helping hand, but he was wrong. I didn't need his or anyone elses help. I can do just fine on my own.

My hands found the floor on either side of me and I braced myself anf tried to push up to let my legs under me so I could heave myself up. Big mistake. From where my arms touched my sides, the bruises from where he kicked me sent pain ricocheting through my body.

I bit back a cry, though I didn't know why, no sound would come out anyway.

I looked up to see his reaction or if he was even still there. He was. He looked at me in sympathy. Damn him, that's not what I came here for. I wanted to get away from that face, not drift closer to it.

"You really are a mute, aren't you," he asked. Well, he didn't avoid or tip toe around the subject, I'll give him that.

At first, I didn't respond. I didn' t get questioned like this in a long time. Before I could answer, the second bell went meaning that we should be in class by now.

I sighed. Now I was in trouble because next class, Physics. I needed to get up and get to class. However, I can't even manage step two as to getting up.

"Need help," he asked with amusement in his voice.

When I finally gave in because I knew that I couldn't get up on my own, I slowly nodded. I heard him get up from kneeling in front of me and I looked up. He had his right hand extended to me and I lifted my own to grasp his. As soon as he knew that I was holding on, he tightened his grip and hauled me onto my feet.

Wincing at the weight on my bruised ankle, I favoured it and turned most of my weight onto my other one.

"Did they hurt you that bad," he asked, this time with that big brother tone. Wait big brother tone? Why would he even...