Silent Scream

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Ashton's Pov:

'Another long day at school.' I thought to myself as I walked down the halls of Evelyn High School in search of advanced art. I absolutely love drawing. It helps me and is one way I cope with my anxiety and depression. My art teacher, Mr. Johnson, says I have real talent. I don't agree, but since I choose to not speak, I haven't been able to say so. When I do, I embarrass myself.

It's not that I can't talk because I can. I just chose not to. I was always told by bullies that I was better when I didn't talk. So I stopped. Well that and another reason.. but I'll get into that later.

I'm Ashton. I have long brown hair that I bleach blonde because my mom has brown hair and I hate the constant reminder. I have bright blue eyes; so bright that my mom used to say she thought she was looking into the ocean when she looked into them. I've worn glasses for quite awhile, but choose contacts instead.

I finally found my way to advanced art to discover I was the first in class. As usual. Since it was my first class I always showed up early.

Thankfully, Mr. Johnson understood sign language, which is how I communicated since I didn't use my voice.

"Hello Ashton." He walked over and shook my hand. I then waved hello.

"How are you?" Mr. Johnson was the one person who I told everything. He's kinda like my therapist, but not. If you know what I mean. I have no friends and my family doesn't care, but he shows he does.

I said 'okay I guess' in sign language and he nodded.

"What's going on?" He asked. I signed 'nothing'.

"Well obviously it's something. Is it those guys again?" He asked.

I nodded. 'They won't stop. Even though you told them to' I signed.

"I know, I know. I'll talk to them again and mention it to the principal if you'd like?" He said.

'Sure I guess. Thanks.' I signed.

"Hey look it's the mute freak!" Said Bruce as he walked past the door.

'Shut the hell up! I can talk I just choose not to!!' I angrily signed to him. He started doing really bad and might I add fake sign language back to me.

"Look I can do it too!!" Bruce yelled then laughed with his friends. Mr. Johnson put a hand on my shoulder and said,

"Ignore him. He doesn't understand." Mr. Johnson is the only person who understands me.

'I'm sick of it." I signed looking down.

I walked to my seat clearly done with this conversation. I was so caught up in my art that I didn't even realize that Mr. Johnson had walked out of the room. Probably to deal with another fight.

One by one more kids started filing in and taking their seats. I sat alone in the back to observe as it was the best place to not get talked to or even looked at. That's the way I like it though.

My fellow sophomores were chatting amongst themselves while I continued a sketch I'd been working on. It was of a woods with an opening that was a lake. The mountains in the far background were casting a shadow onto the lake as the sun set at night.

A few kids looked back and said something related to my art. Some talked about how I never talked. Most talked about the current drama and who's now single and heartbroken. Typical high schoolers. It honestly annoyed me.

A thing I get asked a lot is why I stopped talking. I stopped talking in 7th grade. The only time I talked since then was when something life changing happened to me. I talked to two people while I was in the hospital after I got beat up by Bruce.

I had known sign language for ever because my mom was mute. I wanted to talk so this was the only way.

In 7th grade my mom left. I don't know where she went, but I haven't seen her since. My dad isn't the best person ever. He's always giving my older brother, who's a senior, a hard time. He yells at me a lot, but never hits me.. He has hit my brother though and it pains me to see him hurt.

My older brother is my best friend. His name is Dylan. He too speaks sign language and I love talking to him. Dylan had a few good friends and they don't mind hanging out with me. Although Dylan has to translate everything I say. They seem to like me.

Eventually the bell rang, sadly, and I had to leave the comfort of my art class. I gathered up my things and began my walk to Geometry.

I was walking down the hall when someone ran into me causing me to fall and drop all my stuff including my drawing notebook. It was Nate.

1 Cast Member (So Far)
Kathryn Newton as Ashton Quinn

A/N
Hey guys!!! So far I am really loving this story. Like I said in the descriptions this story might be a bit dark and different from my usual stories. But I promise it won't be that bad. So thanks for reading. Comment. Vote. Follow. Thanks again!! Bye!! :)
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