I Hate Me (Boy X Boy)

Chapter 1

At night I'm reminded of their screams. I hear them. Their coming. Their coming back!

Are they...?

Or will I forever be stuck in this hell hole?

This orphanage will most likely forever to be my home.

The place was old. The walls had old dry ugly dark green paint that was already pealing off, and just by walking on the floor you can easily feel cracks and slight holes underneath the soles of your feet.

The room I was in was the playroom. You see, every since I was six I've lived here.

The other kids found me odd when they found out I refused to speak.

So most ignored me and continued to ignore me nine years later.

Slowly during those nine years kids got adopted. Each couple that came in always skipped over me. I was nothing interesting so it was understandable.

After a while there was only five kids left.

I didn't know any of their names. Hell, since I nevered payed attention I don't even know what they look like but they didn't matter to me.

Nothing really did anymore.

I now had my own room since there wasn't many kids at the orphanage as there was the first time I came here.

My room had icy blue colored walls (that looked new) with a smooth marble flooring added.

The room it's self was some what big. But other than that it was natural.

I had a bed on the left side of the door, along with a closet across from it, and a bookshelf a few feet away from the door on the left.

But the book shelf was boring. I had already read every book.

I heard the door creak open. "Cole?" A worker asked.

I responded with a nod. Continue.

"A family wants to see you. Would you like them to come in here? Or you to got out there?"

I waved my hand in an I want them here hand motion.

She nodded. "I'll go get them."

Yay. Another one. Every since a year ago I've had many family's visit me.

They all found something they liked, and they all found something they disliked. Every single time.

So, family's? They were nothing new. The only family I want is my own.

The door again opened and behind the entrance lyed a family.

A mother, a father, and a son.

The mother looked to be in her mid 30's, she had straight midnight black hair and emerald green eyes. She was pretty and was average height.

The father had wavy chocolate brown hair and gray eyes. He also looked to be in his 30's, but his late 30's. He was tall and was average looking as well.

The brother caught my eye most. He had almond brown curly hair and green eyes. Just like his mother. He looked to be around my age and was tall. To me he was stunning.

"Hello, Cole." The women spoke. "I'm Miss. Flow and this man here is Mr. Flow. For the next few days you will be staying with us, feel free to call us mother and father."

It seems they didn't know I never talk. Great.

She then nudged the boys shoulder. He seemed a bit nervous. "H-Hi, my name's Oly. Oly Flow, um...I'm your new brother."

Then the room fell silent as we all stared at each other. I raised my eyebrow. Were they expecting an introduction back?

I sighed, fine. I got up off my bed and headed towards my closet. Their eyes followed my every move.

I opened the closet and quickly got out my notebook and a pen.

I wrote my message down and handed it to the mother. It read;

Nice to meet you too. My name is Cole, and it seems no one told you that ever since I was six I stopped speaking.