Unsaid Feelings

~Chapter 1~

THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW: Italics mean sign language. They are still talking, just using their hands. 

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David's POV:

I sigh as I walk to my new school. I guess I could say I was lucky, my dad didn't beat me as hard as I thought he would today. Maybe it's because I started school and he didn't want people to be suspicious of my scars and bruises again.

My dad wasn't always like this, when I was younger he was so nice towards me. He loved me and took care of me. But once my mommy passed away...he changed. As I walk down the sidewalk, all I think about is how my life came to be like this...

~Flashback Start~

I was 5 when mommy and daddy were driving me to the playground. I was so excited! I haven't been to one before and it was my first time going to one.

As we were driving towards the park, I kept asking her if we were there yet. Daddy always said that it was annoying, but mommy always said that she didn't mind!

"Mommy! Are we there yet?! I want to go on the swings! Can you push me on them daddy? Please!"

"Baby boy, you need to stop asking your mommy things while she is driving okay?"

"But Daddy!" I whined while playing with my favorite stuffed teddy bear that I named George. He only had one eye and his fabric turned into a dull brown after a couple years, but I still loved him.

"Honey it's okay, I don't mind him asking me things." Mommy smiled at me from the rearview mirror, her emerald eyes shining.

"DIANA!" My daddy screamed grabbing the side of his seat.

I looked away from daddy to see a giant truck in front of us and screamed. Then everything went dark.

When I woke up all I could see was daddy sobbing right next to me. What looked like a doctor and nurse stood behind him with their heads down.

'Why was daddy crying?' I thought.

I tried to move my hand and daddy looked up as if sensing movement. There were tears running down his face, his eyes red. His hands were clenched, sadness and anger in his eyes. I tried backing away from him, he was scary when he was mad. Where was mommy? As if he heard what I was thinking, he got up and started yelling at me.

"LOOK WHAT YOU DID YOU SON OF A BITCH! BECAUSE OF YOU SHE IS DEAD! YOU HEAR ME! YOUR MOTHER IS DEAD!!"

He started to come towards me with his fist up, but the doctor and nurse held him back and dragged him out of the room. I started shaking uncontrollably and started crying. After that they took him out, all I could hear was the heart monitor and my sobs in the room.

'Mommy was...dead? But...we were only going to the park.' Then it hit me.

'He was right...it was all my fault that mommy died. All because I wanted to go to the park and couldn't keep my mouth shut...I'm so selfish. I should just die!'

I could hear him outside of the room, "I wish he was never born, none of this would have happened if that demon wasn't born!"

I cried even more and I couldn't stop shaking.

Then the nurse came in and looked at me with sympathy. I went to say something but...I couldn't...

I look at her terrified. I couldn't talk! She stared at me while I was suffering and walked over to me.

"I'm so sorry sweetie but...the glass from the front window cut your throat...you won't be able to talk anymore."

That was when I really couldn't stop crying.