Don't Speak (5SOS AU)

Chapter 3

We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending was the same every damn time
No no no
We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending was the same every damn time
They all think I'm insane
They think my lover is strange
But I don't have to fucking tell them anything, anyth-

"MYLA!" Dad yelled from downstairs as Halsey blared from my room.

Turning down my music, I went downstairs. Dad was sitting on the couch the delivery people just brought over the other day drinking a bottle of beer. My once happy mood turned into a frightened one.

"Get y-your ass up and take out the ffffucking garbage" He slurred, obviously drunk.

Not wanting to anger Dad, I went into the kitchen and saw 2 garbage bags. After I tied them, I slipped on my old pair of runners, went outside and began the walk to the dumpster. It wasn't too far, just at the end of the driveway. Unfortunately, the bags were both pretty heavy, considering they're filled with mainly empty alcohol bottles and I'm fairy weak.

Looking around, I realized that the weather was really nice. The sky was a bright blue, with just a few clouds and the sun was shining. Considering it was mid-June, this was what the weather should've been.

I just had to stop to admire the area. Since I just moved in last week, I still didn't really know the neighbourhood. Looking around, I noticed a huge tree that had a homemade tire swing build on. I bet I would've liked that when I was younger.

"Hey, you're the new girl right?" An unfamiliar voice snapped me out of my daze and shocked me.

I jumped and let out a little squeal, not expecting someone to talk to me. I turned around and realized it was the cute guy from last week. He was wearing a ripped band shirt, a leather jacket, a SnapBack and once again skinny jeans. I opened my mouth to say something, but then closed it. I just smile and give a little nod.

"I figured. Well, I'm Michael. What's your name?" Michael asked. I didn't know what to do so I just awkwardly stood there, until I realized I had my phone on me.

I signaled 'one minute' to Michael and although he looked confused, I just went onto my speech app and typed in what I wanted to say.

"Hi, I'm Myla. I'm uhh mute so I don't talk. I use this speech app to talk" A monotone female voice said from my phone.

"Shit sorry, do you need help with the garbage?" Michael pointed to the garbage bags. "It looked like you were struggling"

I nodded, not feeling like typing an answer.

Michael picked up one of the garbage bags and helped me carry them to the dumpster.

"So, where'd you live before here?" Michael questioned. I opened my mouth to say 'Canada' but then closed my mouth once again. I just stayed silent.

"Shit, sorry" Michael apologizes, glancing at me.

I nodded, smiling. I hoped Michael would be a new friend. He seemed so sweet.

12.29.16
Ayyyy a new chapter!
~M👻