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(Scott) The pounding in my head was gradually getting worse with every step that I took, it seemed like I was taking forever to reach the house. My mind was slowly turning back in to how it was before. A battlefield. Emotions, memories, words, worries, all of them swirling around in my mind, all battling against each other. They aren't trying to "kill" the other off, they aren't trying to outshine each other. One team breaking up in to four, four separate teams, all of them are going to begin to charge at each other, they are going to begin screaming at each other, pushing, shoving, punching and kicking. There is only one thing in the way of all of them. Me. I'm in the crossfire. Another war has started again now; it had been avoided for so long.
I felt the ground under my feet turn from the smooth tarmac of the lane, in to uneven chippings. I looked up to see the house in front of me, although it quickly went away again, a small smile formed on my face. As I walked up to the front door, I began to think, since we are now back at school, so Mrs H doesn't have to stay in the house all day to keep an eye on us. She's now able to go out and run the errands that she's been putting off over the holidays. I tried the door hoping that it may have been left open, but of course it wasn't.
Putting it on the ground by my feet, I began searching through my bag feeling for my key, my hand roamed around all of the inside pockets of my bag, searching for my key. I searched for something that I was used to feeling, cold metal, although this piece of metal can't do as much damage as my other one.
After searching twice and finally deciding that it wasn't there, I quickly searched through my pockets just to try and be sure. I felt the empty pocket in me trousers, where m phone would usually have been. my thoughts wondered back to how Mitch was, I hope that he's okay. Feeling more frustrated than before I picked up my bag before heading around to the back of the house. I made my way towards the kitchen. The ladies in the kitchen have always been lovely to me, and I always liked seeing them.
I guess it all started when I first came here, nearly every night I would have these dreams, well they were more like terrors. I would wake, normally in tears and shaking so much it was difficult for me to even walk. I would come down to get a glass of water to try and calm myself down a little bit. When I was woken up the house would be silent, the type of silence that makes you feel unsafe, I would never feel alone though, I'd always have him, letting his opinions and ideas spill in to my head, making my thoughts change in to his. I may not have ever felt alone but I would always feel scared.
Even if it was early in the morning kitchen would already be full and things would be being prepared, there was one lady, she was called Lindsey, she would always take the time to sit down and talk with me, even though I would never talk back to her. One of the best things about Lindsey is that she knew sign language, she was the one that started to teach me before I decided that I would take some lessons after school.
I reached the door to the kitchen and looked in through the window, seeing no one near the door, I gently tapped on the glass, stepping back afterwards to wait. Within a few seconds the door was opened, I looked up and saw Charlie, she was one of the newer members of staff here, she saw me and smiled she had a big smile, I smiled back only because I couldn't help it her smile was slightly contagious, I regretted it instantly, I felt pain flood over my face, the pounding in my head picked up its pace and my eye began to throb. I winced at the feeling even though it was a familiar feeling, I watched her eyes began wondering over my face and her smile dropped as did my gaze.
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