The Silence Hurts Worse

I Will Never Let You Fall

I'll warn you now, this isn't for the light hearted, nor the easily swayed. There will be self-harm, hallucinations, cursing, and suicide attempts. Please, if you have any thoughts like in this story, call 877-727-4747 or text START to 741741. Otherwise, please enjoy this story of love, drama, and support.

                                                                                                                                       -Dysphoric Nightmare

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    "So you're son is mute?" The principal raises his eyebrow, staring intently as the boy with his head down. "Yes, there was an accident," his mother explained, looking at her son with love. The accident she was talking about was his father, the damn bastard. His cruelty and abuse is what caused this. "I suppose we can try to accommodate for your son here." A smile broke on his mothers face, "Thank you very much." He nodded and turned to her son. "And your name?" The boy bit his lip, looking up. 'Alexander,' he signed with shaky hands. He was still nervous about communicating with people outside of his internet friends. The principal looked between them, then to his computer screen. "Are you starting today or tomorrow?" "Today, if possible, sir." His mother smiled to him. They go out to the car to grab his bag. As he carries the galaxy colored backpack inside the school, he goes to the office once more, getting his schedule. 'AP History for first period? That's new.' He thought as he walked through the empty halls. He plays with his new sophomore ID to distracted himself.

    Without the yelling from inside he might've just missed his classroom all together. "Get out of my class! I'm tired of your jokes!" He heard a voice from inside. 'Should I go in-' his thought was cut off by the door swinging open. His eyes meet the sight of a broad chest covered by a green hoodie. "Excuse me, I need to get by." Looking up, he sees forest green eyes looking at him. He nods his head and steps aside, watching as the boy- no god walked down the hallway in slow strides. "Excuse him, are you Alexander?" The teacher asks as he steps inside. He uncertainly nods his head and looks down, hating the attention he's getting. He bites and tugs his lip piercing softly as the teacher introduces him. "Everybody listen up! This is the new boy you've all heard about, and don't lie. Rumors spread thanks to you monsters." The teacher scolds the class. Looking back at him with soft eyes they spoke in an apologetic tone, "Sorry for all the ruckus, they're a handful. I'm Mrs. Taylor. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask me." He nods ass he takes a seat- the farthest in the back. He never liked being in the front, too much attention. "Hey, new kid! You look like a bitch." And so it begins again.

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    So I hope you like it. It may seem boring at first, but it cannot be helped. Prologues are always boring. Leave a like or a comment and hope you have a lovely day.

                                                                                                                               -Dysphoric Nightmare