Always Silent

Chapter 1

Quinn Mien on the Side.

Chapter 1

I like running, it's like a smooth crisp wave...the way my feet hit the ground and the steady build in my heart rate. It's exhilarating, it's like taking a cool swim in the middle of summer, the relaxing feeling you get when you just lie down and sigh in content.

My therapist says it's the equivalent to running away from my problems, and maybe it is, because I'm not really a girl who likes running in the days before the incident my preference was staying at home and watching movies all day, but everything has changed.

My name is Quinn Mien; and honestly...I'm a stone cold bitch.

I wasn't always this way, I was born bright, happy, and there so happened to be a smile on my face every day. I pick up the pace crossing over the small Zen bridge, before stopping for a short break, I shouldn't be jogging at five o'clock in the morning but it isn't like I want to be at home kept awake by my own subconscious, fighting midnight terrors till the brink of dawn. Well there is more than one reason that I don't want to go home, for starters my mother's boyfriend, an abusive asshole that should be lying in the gutter instead of pawing off my mom, but my mother's too blinded by grief and heartache to kick him out.

I sigh as I begin a steady pace again, like always, my body longs for rest. It usually takes me an hour to warm up and by then the park would start to fill with people, and by now I have been running for three to four hours, in just a constant speed around and around again. Physically it's impossible, I was sure about it. But pain is just as physical as pain is, so no matter what, time just flies by.

Every time I run I see his face, I see his little body curled in a mass amount of blood, I see his small round baby face as pale as a toilet paper roll. My joy had been spit sour and decomposed into memories, I no longer experience a happy emotion not even a cat video could cheer me up, and I now sit with a permanent frown to my face. Everything I had ever known disappeared with the site of that small boy, I am no longer the popular girl I had been known for, my friends were no longer a delight anymore...my stomach now churned at the thought of socializing.

I made my way home surprised by the time that had passed; I'll be late to school...again.

Well that hasn't changed, I'm always late and the rumours that have spread about me like wild fire, even the friends that I had thought were my friends are now the wielders that whisper the thoughts of evil, 'Probably being a whore,'-'Drug addict,'-'Rehab,' and other things like that.

I should defend myself but I would rather they believe the reality and outcomes of what happens when a regular teenager suffers depression, mind you my condition isn't caused because I am sad, in fact I could batter a punching bag in less than five minutes, that's how much I hate life, that I could physically blow everything in less than thirty minutes.

When I got to the porch I could already hear the loud groans coming from my mother's room.

I sigh stepping back, at least she isn't screaming, and as I presume it is not because she is having nightmares.

Thankfully for me I had assumed that my mom and her boyfriend, Michael, were, getting it on...especially this early in the morning I left a duffel bag of spare clothes in the trunk of my mother's car.

I sigh stepping down the steps, and to the back to grab a towel from the clothesline hanging like a hammock. How did life end up like this?

We were happy, no sadness, anger or death. Just one big happy family...

When did it all go wrong? Oh I know, September 29, it was a Tuesday, my little brother and I were playing softball and dominating the playground. I underestimated how fast time had flown by, in doing so we had begun walking home at nine o'clock at night, we were cold but still happy; we had so much fun.