Third person POV
Students, young and old, new and old, crowded the ever lasting Kings Cross Station. Peyton and her "precious" brother Peter were saying good bye to their mother.
"Oh, your seventh year. I still can't believe that my babies are about to be all grown up." Melissa cooed. She went over to Peyton and kissed her forehead. "Maybe you will finally come out of your comfort zone this year." All Peyton could do was nod. Oh, if only her mother knew. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Peter smirk at her. Wonder what him and his vile friends had in for her this year. The train whistled a warning and that caused a lot of panic. All of a sudden parents were chasing their children with lost pets and text books.
"Hurry, hurry" Melissa shooed them onto the train." She looked at Peter pointedly "You look after your sister, okay?"
"Of course, mother" he said, smiling evilly at Peyton when Melissa turned her back.
The train whistled and jerked forwards. Melissa started crying.
"I'll write to you" she sobbed. Peyton nodded and Peter copied her actions, then they walked into the train.
Peyton's POV
Peter and I walked into the train, dragging our trunks and bags. As soon as mum was out of sight, Peter turned to me and shoved me into the bars on the train walls. I felt blood on the back of my head but didn't move for the fear that I would get worse punishment
"Listen to me now,Bitch, Tell me what you are" he snarled while grabbing my hair. you see, I'm mute. and Peter and his "friends" are the reason. When I didn't answer he took that as a reason to insult me. "Don't ignore me, or you might just get hurt." Well isn't he smart, if he couldn't see, I already was hurt, no, I wasn't hurt, I was broken. I was slowly dying and nobody cared one little bit. But on the outside, it looked like I was frozen...slowly losing to life. He saw that I wasn't going to talk so he slapped me, hard. "That's what you get." He snarled. But the thing is, I almost laughed. He thought that it would hurt me. What a dumbass right??? I've been through lots worse, and stuff that was not done by anyone else...but that wasn't for a long time. He must looked at me one last time, spat at me and left.
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