Unspoken

Chapter One: Jeremy

Brianna's POV:

I woke up screaming from another nightmare.This was how most of my nights were. I decided to just curl up and look at the ceiling. I checked to see the time on my phone. Almost six o'clock. I had thirty minutes to spare. I decided why not go on Vine, since I had nothing else to do.

- 30 minutes later -

My alarm finally went off. There was no point anyway. I was already awake. I got up from the bed and dragged myself to the bathroom. There, I hopped in the shower. I usually stay in there for a while; thinking about what my dreams meant.

But I know exactly what they mean. They're the pain I had to go through when a was younger. And as badly as I want to forget them, they're stuck in my mind. My permanent reminders.

I got out and dried myself off. I then proceeded to getting myself ready. I don't add any makeup to my face, since I see no point in it. Plus, it's not like I need to empress anyone.

I headed to my room to get dressed. I decided on some grey sweatpants and a shirt I got from school for volunteering. This is how my outfits where most of the time, and that's how I liked it. I got out my socks and shoes. I decided to wear my grey vans today.

My look was almost done. Just needed to fix the jungle that people usually called hair. I went to the bathroom and brushed it. I put it into a messy bun. And I was finished.

I headed downstairs and was greeted with my auntie.

"Hi sweetie. How was your sleep?"

I simply shook my head.

Did I mention that I don't talk. Like, at all. The pain and fear from what happened when I was younger just got to me. And now I don't talk. That way, no one can know my true feelings and mess with them like last time.

"Well do you want me to get a therapist to help you with those nightmares?"

I shook my head again. There was no point in a therapist. They never worked. I already been to like fourteen; and none of them have helped me.

"Ok. Well, do you at least want some breakfast?"

That's when I nodded my head. I may be in pain but not to where I don't want to eat. She smiled and went to making me my breakfast. I sat at the dining table where my uncle was, reading the newspaper. Who knew people still did that!

"Hey kiddo. How are you?" he said.

I gave him a simple nod, but apparently that wasn't good enough.

"I'm sorry. I can't hear you."

Here we go again. My uncle may have been ok with me not talking when I first came, but now he has become so annoyed with it. It's like he's forcing me, and I'm not up for that.

I give another nod. Now he was ticked off.

"Girl! If you don't tell me how you are, I will force it out of you!!"

"David!"

I looked at my aunt. She always had to stop my uncle. Apparently she was the only one who cared.

"You leave that girl alone. When she's ready, then she'll talk. Don't you remember what she went through."

"I remember it perfectly. I just thought maybe after a year she would of gotton over it."

"Well she's not like you. Maybe it takes more time. Don't rush her."

That's when he sat down. He was still pissed about it, but I guess he decided he had enough.