I Hate Me (Boy X Boy)

Chapter 2

After I sat back down on my bed it was silent. Not the kind of silence where you could slightly hear a dog bark in the background or some kids playing and screaming.

I'm talking about the awkward silence.

They all read the paper and after a bit they all slowly looked up and stared. No, not at the wall, nor the ground, their focus was on me.

I shifted slightly feeling uncomfortable. It wasn't everyday you met a 16 year old teen who's parents died in a fire and after that the teen remained hushed.

"That's probably very hard to except and go threw." The son, Oly said. I nodded. it is, it truly is. I knew he had to be somewhat bluffing but a part of me wanted to believe him. To trust him.

"Have you tried speaking?" The mother asked. I shook my head no, and the answer was a true fact.

I had vowed to them both while they were half alive I would remain silent after their death.

I'm never speaking again.

Me and my normal parents were close. My mother had blue eyes and curly brown hair. My father had wavy dark chocolate brown hair and gray eyes.

They both were the best parents a child could ask for. We often had family time and we always shared our thoughts with one another.

They always listened to what I had to say and I was thankful for that.

I miss them.

My thoughts were interupted by a hug. I gasped. The hug alone surprised me, but the person hugging me surprised me more.

The son's hugging me.

He squeezed me for a few seconds. Then pulled back and slowly retreated his arms from my neck.

"Sorry."He apologized. "You looked like you were gonna cry."

I...I did?

I quickly got my notebook and pen and wrote;

It's alright. I'm alright too. I won't cry, actually I haven't cried in 8 years.

I handed the notebook to the boy and He quickly read it before looking back up at me.

"Eight years?" He asked in disbelief. I nodded.

He looked back at the message. "That's a long time not to cry. " He glanced back at me. "I hope you really are okay, I wouldn't want a sad new brother."

My heart skipped a beat from his words. He's so kind. The kids in the orphanage were so evil and rude yet he was kind.

Why?

What was different about me? I wasn't anything special, all I am is a orphan child.

"Well, come on." The father said. I stood up from the bed and stretched before going to collect all my things.

What I had wasn't much. My notebook, pen and the book called They Never Came Back were my only items that were mine, the cloths I wore, the food I ate, the bed I slept in, and the books on the bookshelf all belonged to the orphanage.

I walked out of the room and soon was on my way. To a new house, with a new family.

Hopefully, I would survive these few days.