The Mute

Chapter two

This is part two told in Ashely's P.O.V.

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Ashely's P.O.V.

I felt a cold fall breeze from the cracks of my window. My body shook and pulled the blankets closer to me. My eyes were heavy and hard to lift. Somehow I managed to open them to read my clock on my end table.

It was 6:06 a.m., and also time to go back to school. My arms pushed myself up and I got to the side of the bed.

My feet stumbled to the mirror, and I stared at the face before me. The girl had pale skin, dark brown eyes, and dark brown curly hair. And I looked upon her eyes, and dried tears were on her cheeks. It was another night she had cried herself to sleep.

I realized that the face I was looking at was my own. A face of a girl who's life is filled with sadness to the point she cries every night.

That there is no way to end her sadness. She has been searching for two years of her life. Nothing has ever helped. Her life has been filled with darkness. She's been searching for the light, but there hasn't been hope for her.

All she knew was it was all her fault to trust him. He destroyed everything she has ever loved. I could see that in her eyes. Her eyes were my eyes. They told my story. They told of what happened two years ago.

I quickly wiped away my dry tears. Then I walked over to my closet. I put on a purple v-neck T shirt, dark jeans, black converse sneakers.

All I wanted to do was blend in. That's all I've ever wanted to do nowadays. That's why I try to go unnoticed. I don't try to look pretty or stylish.. I just look bland or plain. No make up. No jewelry. I just look simple.

It's been two years since I've talked to anyone in school. I speak to my dad a little here and there. The conversation is always one word answers though. Nothing meaningful.

I walk the halls, in lunch, and in class, just saying nothing. There's no need to speak if no one listens. There's no need to speak if no one cares or if no one asks why.

How do you ask I get through my day? Easy. In the hall, I look down at the ground and walk to where I need to go. In lunch, I sit alone by the trash cans with the lunch I pack. And in class, I shrug my shoulders when teachers ask me a question. Eventually they stop asking.. Since they know I'll never speak.

I was not looking forward to junior year.. Not one bit.