AUTHORS NOTE:
Hello! This is my first story on Wattpad and I hope you enjoy! This story is also on my other account on Quizilla.com if you recognize it. Here is a short summary!
17 year old Secret has become mute after both her parents died in a car crash, she can't seem to ever be happy and her brother Dylan is worried because he was able to get over it after time. Dylan calls these 'people' to take Secret to this place far from her home to help her talk again. Little does she know that only one vampire can help her, but in a very un-expected way.
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I sighed as I sat on the window-sill in my bed-room and looked out into the star filled night sky. How my life has changed in the past year... both my beloved parents died in a car crash one year ago, since then I have not spoken one word. I now live with my older brother who is just nineteen. He knows that I have become mute but he deals with it, and so do I. I don't find the need to speak. Words are just words, they can hurt someone in so many ways, why use them? Actions speak better than words.
"Secret! Dinner is ready, please come downstairs!" My older brother called from downstairs. I sighed and stomped on the ground twice, telling him that I'm on my way.
I walked slowly downstairs, taking one step at a time. My brother was always so cheery. How could he be? The night of the crash keeps replaying in my mind, how can you just push that memory away and pretend that nothing ever happened?
He flashed me his crooked smile when I made my way downstairs. I just looked at him. I haven't smiled since my parents were alive. Bro has been trying to make me smile and laugh, but he gave up after six months of trying. I didn't blame him. I must be a total bore and a pest. But I am only seventeen, thus, I cannot move out, I am still a child.
"Why can't you just smile once?" he asked when I stared at him, like usual.
I am always carrying a small white-board thing that I write on when I feel like communicating. I decided to scrible down the answer to his pleading question.
Because, I cannot see the need to smile. Smiling is for when you are happy, that is why you smile. I do not smile because I am not happy. I am sorry bro, but I will not smile for no reason, don't you need reasons to smile?.
I showed him the little message and he pondered with that. I erased the message and walked past him and into the kitchen and sat upon the chair that I have always claimed to be mine, since I was three.
He sighed and placed a plate full of food in front of me than walked to his seat and began eating. I ate slowly deep in thought. I always felt like I was in a black hole since the accident. Like, no matter how hard I try and no matter how hard I fight, I can never reach the light and be happy. I am forever swimming in a pool of sorrow and deppression.
I have always envied my brother, he was able to fight the black hole and to come out of the light and to be able to smile, laugh, and enjoy himself again. While I am trapped. But maybe that's where I belong, maybe I was not ment to be happy. Maybe I was sent to earth to be one of those people who are smart but silent, who help the world in small ways without the person even knowing it. That must be my perpose, because, I do not think I will ever have a smile on these lips again. I know that my parents must hate seeing me like this when they are watching over me in heaven, but I cannot change. I am sure they have forgiven me for being like this.
"Can't you just speak to me once?" My brother suddenly asked, making me snap out of my thoughts.
I just stared at him, why was he asking me these questions? He knows I haven't talked for a year, it's not like I will change over night.
He can read my face well, and my eyes, when I open them up for him to see. So he answered my unspoken questions.
"I am missing your voice, your smile, your laugh every day, every second Secret... I can't take it any more, please, just once, please just say something before I go mad... please." He begged me, tears brimming his eyes. He was serious, what do I do? I have not talked for a year. How do I find my voice?
"Just say my name Secret, please..." One tear escaped his glassy eyes and I wiped it away.
"D-Dylan" I spoke. I jumped, startled out of hearing my voice. I spoke.. for the first time in a year. I knew that I would not speak again though. This was just once, just for my brother.
His face was full of shock that I actually spoke his name. His eyes than filled with tears again and he hugged my tight, not wanting to let go. I, for once, did not want him too.
"Oh Secret! Your voice... to hear it... just makes me so happy!" He cried. How can a voice make a person so happy? And yet, how I longed for my mothers soft, comforting, sing-songy voice. How I miss my mother.
I felt the tears coming again and I quickly pulled away from my brother and ran upstairs, Dylan could not see me in this state. I closed the door to my room, sat down at my window-sill, and let the tears slide down my cheeks while I again remember my parents.
