My name is Jessebelle. I have long brown hair, freckles and big hazel eyes. My mother always tells me that my looks make up for the fact I was born a disgrace to my family, mute. I can never utter a word. I understand their hatred of me, how would I feel if my only daughter would never call me "mother" because she couldn't? At the same time, I wish they'd accept me as my inability to speak is not my fault. If I could talk I would. I would give anything, absolutely anything to sing, just once. Hearing the sweet song of others and knowing I'd never hear my own voice made my heart sigh.
I'm just a cardboard cutout to my parents. I look pretty at dinner parties and best of all, I don't annoy anyone by talking too much. I was the breathing version of one of my mother's creepy life size dolls.
And it was time I made that change. I would find my voice the only way I could- through pen and paper.
I'm Jessebelle, and this is my story. I hope it inspires you to speak for others who are too scared.
I couldn't tell you how trapped I used to feel.
YOU ARE READING
I couldn't tell you
RomanceThis is the story of a girl who is mute and was taught by her family that appearances are the only thing that matter. Her family tells her being mute is the same as being stupid, but she knows better. She becomes a secret author and meets a boy cal...
