Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love A Selective Mute

Skylar's P.O.V.

It's Friday morning. Normally, I would be excited that it's almost the weekend, but I just can't get myself to smile.

Ever since the... Incident yesterday, I haven't said a word to anyone. I don't know if my silence is because of shame or depression, but either way, I think my sadness is rubbing off on everyone else.

Grayson keeps trying to make me talk, but for some reason I just can't. It's as if a part of me did jump off that cliff. A very small, yet important part of me died that day.

But this death is different. I think that as long as the rest of me is alive, that part will come back.

At least I hope it will...

I wasn't really able to sleep last night. So I've just been laying in bed, staring at my alarm clock and waiting for it to scream and shout to tell me that today is a new day. Not one of those 'every day's a better day' sort of thing. More like, 'new day, new pain'.

I know I'm being ungrateful, and that I have a lot more than some people. But I've been faking a smile for too long, I don't even remember what a real smile feels like.

The only times I've smiled since my family's death was that day at the beach with Grayson, and the day he asked me to be his girlfriend.

Is that really any way to live? I only get two smiles every seven years?

I'm weak. I know, people go through worse things in life and keep pushing forward. But I'm not like those people, there's years of sadness that I've kept hidden inside. All it took was one more nasty comment. The cage broke.

The sadness is out. The tears have fallen. I'm not the same girl I used to be and I don't know if that girl is ever coming back.

That was my biggest fear. That's what I meant when I told Grayson my fear. That's what drew. It was an eye, but the beautiful parts that have always contained so much emotion and color, were replaced with bars from a cage.

This pathetic girl had been trapped inside for so long. The fake smiles and laughs worked together as bars to hold me back. The bars broke.

That's what has always scared me. That one day the bars will break and the real me will escape.

Do you have any idea how hard it was to lock her up in the first place?

People don't change. They trap their pasts away, some are successful. Others let theirs free. Mine's free, and the world is in for a rude awakening.

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

I slam my hand down on the alarm and throw the blankets off my body. I shiver slightly when my feet make contact with the cold wood floors, but continue walking.

I get into the bathroom and take a long shower, in hopes that I can wash the sadness away like dirt. Unfortunately, sadness is a lot like dirt. Too much at once, that's been there for long enough, can and will stain your skin. Ten showers would only make it fade.

Normally I'd accept that, but I don't exactly have the time to take ten showers right now.

I get dressed in denim shorts and one of Grayson's black sweatshirts, I quickly blow-dry my hair and leave it down, too lazy to do anything else.

I open the door and step into my room slowly. I walk to my closet and pull out a pair of white converse, though before I can put them on, two warm arms wrap around me from behind and lift me off the ground.

Guessing that it's Grayson, I don't struggle against it, he wouldn't put me down anyways. The arms swing me around a little and readjust so their holding me bridal style.