The Mute

Chapter Seven: Death

Dezi's POV
     I go to school and get my books.
     Jeremy comes up and waves.
     I wave back and we head to class.

     In my fifth hour, a couple new students, a boy and a girl, come into class.
     "I'm Levi, and this is my sister, Janice. She doesn't talk much and has Selective Mutism."
     The teacher speaks up. "Well, Janice might get along with our mute student, Dezi."
     I raise my hand and glare at the teacher. I drop it as Janice sits next to me and Levi behind me.
     Jeremy sits in front of me and turns to face me. He holds my hand when he notices I'm shaking, about to have an anxiety attack.
     I calm down and get through the day.

     At the end of the day, I meet up with Jeremy and hold my phone on an audio screen.
     He plays it and a voice comes from it. A half Britain, half Australian voice in a sassy attitude.
     I turn it off and type. *My voice sounds like that. Or it did when I was a kid. They stretched it along my age.*
     "Wow."
     *I listen to it every night, questioning who I am.* I hear a commotion and turn towards the school.
     Levi runs out, holding Janice. He lays her down and I rush over.
     I preform CPR, after checking her pulse. I check again and preform again. I check once more and keep trying and Jeremy finally has to pull me away.
     "Hey, come here." He holds me as I struggle, but finally stop.
     I cry into his arms as he rubs my back.
     Levi comes over after the police question him. "Dezi, its not your fault...I got her out too fast and I'm just learning CPR. She was sick...but thanks you so much for trying." He grabs my hand.
      I squeeze it and he leaves.
     Jeremy gets me home and stays over.

     "It really wasn't your fault." He whispers as we cuddle on the couch.
     I shrug. *dont care*
Jeremy's POV
     She's typing differently... "Okay."