Mute

Part One

I never expected much from life from the moment I was born. We were all created to die. What purpose do we have to live? Others don't sit back and think about this, but I do. Ever since the moment I was born. When I was a young child, other children will play in the playground as I would hide under something and try to write down anything I could think of in my notebook, the notebook my mother had given to me.

The first death I had ever seen my life was the death of my mother, who had died of sickness. I was only five at the time and I didn't know what was happening until I didn't see her again. She didn't show up, she never cooked my food and she stopped tucking me in at night and singing to me when I had nightmares. I learned that she was dead and she was never coming back no matter how much I prayed and begged.

The second death I had seen was my father's. I was only seven when he died; he had fallen to the ground and couldn't move and wasn't breathing. I was lucky that Aunt Marie was there with us or otherwise he would died sooner than I expected. He was rushed to the emergency room and had died five days later for an unknown reason that no one would tell me at the time.

Aunt Marie then took custody over me and treated me as I was her own child and not her brother's. But her reign came to an end once something happened; something that happened when I was in first grade. She was shot multiple times and was announced dead once she was brought to the hospital. I had received the news from my first grade teacher and the worse part was that I didn't even shed a single tear. I was still seven, I only had lived with her for four months until life was finally taken away from her.

And then I had no family that would take me in because they had better things to do instead of taking care of a seven year old child. I still went to the same first grade class I was still in and had no friends whatsoever and was referred to "Death Boy" because everyone I knew was dying and I could do nothing about it.

At the orphanage, where I lived, I met a blond boy named Asher and sooner or later he became my best friend and cared for me even if people did die because of me. Months later, he was diagnosed with cancer. His golden locks was shaved off and he spent most of his time in the hospital, but I came with Miss Valentine, the lady that ran the orphanage, every time school had ended for the day. I tried my best by telling him jokes that I've heard around school or anywhere else I've been. It always worked.

But in the end he lost the battle and his life was taken away from him. I never saw him again. I didn't make any friends after that nor did I ever talk to anyone. I become a mute.

Everyone around me was dying and I could do nothing about because life was only meant for dying.

As I grew up on the orphanage and when I turned sixteen, I moved out because it was clear no one wanted to adopt me and Miss Valentine has agreed to it. I lived in a beat down apartment but it was something I called home.I had job that gave me money for every two weeks and it was a good job because I didn't have to talk to anybody and sometimes Miss Valentine would come and give me food as an excuse to check up on me.

I also went to school like a normal sixteen year old, but I only came here to get an education, unlike the other people who only came for drama and that was it. But the fact that I'm the only the one that's different in the school, triggered everyone to pick on me as if I killed their puppy and laughed at it. You could say that I was bullied, and I was; bullied by everyone at the school even by people I didn't know and people that didn't know me either. But I dealt with it. The only one ever being bullied was me. I didn't know how that was possible, but it wasn't like I could speak against it. I was used to being the source to take someone's problems on.

For the sixteen years of living, I always felt broke, empty and an outcast. I dreaded for the day I would die because that's what people did, didn't they? They all died and never came back to life. Then that would be the day, the day that would be the best moment of my entire lifetime.