Dylan hasn't talked for a while, not since the whole showdown. To be exact, 9 years he hasn't said a word. The only sound he ever made was breathing. But he's got amazing talent with his hands, writing, art, a lot of things. But nobody ever heard hi...
Well I'm only shooting for about 10 chapters so here's where stuff can get a little more interesting. Maybe...
I woke up with a jolt, yawning as I did so. I fell out of the windowsill and hit the floor. Confusion plastered against my face, I stood up. Looking at the windowsill, I remembered I had stayed at the hospital over night. I went over to the bed, it was around ten in the morning. Grabbing a piece of paper, I began to sketch something.
Once I finished it, I wondered how it lookd to other people. I had still found myself in the mood to draw when I woke up. Just letting my hand go wherever, I had formed something of a colorless picture. Not that I could see much color, anyways. Wondering how Dr. Philips might like it, I stood up.
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(Relatively close to what he drew.)
Opening the door, I walked straight into Dr. Philips. "Well I was going to suprise you..." She started as she put her hand over her chest. I smiled at her, a very small one, but it lit her face up. "Dr. Lumena informed me that you stayed over here and were coming back this morning..." I handed her the paper upside down.
For a second she looked confused, then, remembering her first day with me, she turned it around. It had taken me about an hour and a half or so. I had gotten pretty good at doing things with my hands. "You did this?" I nodded, wondering what she might say after. "It's... outstanding. I love it, thank you!"
I smiled, I had never seen her so excited. Then something came to me, I believe it may have been something of... I'm not sure, but something cracked that day. I looked down, suddenly stopped. "Dylan, are you alright?" I heard her voice. I remembered one night a few days after Lilly was released from the hospital, paralyzed.
I was crying through the night, I hadn't slept since Lilly had been shot. She was released three days ago. Somehow, I was still shaking with fear... It hurt to breathe, I hadn't told Lilly what had happened to me that night. Lifting my shirt, I ran my cold, small hand over the bruises that still showed.
"Dylan what the hell happened to you!" I heard a sudden whisper to turn and find Lilly staring at me. She turned on our lamp from the desk and stared at me. She was paralyzed from the waist down now. Even so, she was sitting up and seemed at a devastating loss when she remembered she could not move her legs. "M-mom... She completely lashed out after y-you...." I couldn't speak anymore, I was still crying. "Hey, you are going to be just fine. So am I, once I get used to..." She just gave me a sad smile. "I hear you crying all night, I don't sleep either... I can't..." I met her gaze, waiting for what she might say this time. But soon enough, words blurted out of my mouth. I couldn't get that night out of my head for five seconds. Not once. "Not only do I not want to die..." I gulped, "I don't want to die alone." I felt something softly rest over my trembling hand. Her hand was over mine, "We're here together, and we're going to get out of this. Together." I jerked my hand away, "Last time you thought you were sure about something, you got a wheelchair." She didn't say anything after that. I felt bad for what had happened, but both of us knew I wasn't wrong. And both of us had our doubts of ever getting out of here.
"Dylan?" I blinked, looking up at Dr. Philips. "You're shaking..." She nodded to my hand and I looked down to see I was shaking and trembling. I walked over to a row of seats and sat down. Then, I stood up, offering her a hand up. She took it and soon, we were both standing. Thing is, I still had yet to let go of her hand.
She looked down at my hand gripping hers and she didn't make much of it. She just let them stay there as we both walked out of the hospital and towards her car. Although, when she turned off her car, we weren't at the Institution. We were at a house. I figured after a moment that we were at her house.
Confusion washed over me and nerves clenched my stomach. I had only ever been in one other house before. I just followed her, unsure of what else to do at the moment. Unlocking her door, she walked inside. I smelled some sort of food, but I didn't move. Last time I had tried to get anything to eat...
When I did it I had done it to get food for both my sister and me. She turned to look at me and I just met her gaze. "Do you want some cookies? My husband made them. I cleared it with my boss for you to stay here over night. Give you a bit of a different... view." I nodded, understanding what she meant by it.
She took my hand this time and drug me into the kitchen. I was roughly 5'7, and soon enough, I spotted her husband. "Honey, this is Dylan Socrane, the boy I've been working with." He turned to look at me. Learning to show no fear, I stood straight and looked him in the eye. He had a kind smile and kind brown eyes.
He walked over to me and I shook his hand, "Hey buddy, do you like chocolate chip cookies? There's plenty on the counter." I slowly nodded, it was only about one in the afternoon. We left the hospital around 11 and it was about a two hour drive. The tall man gave me a saucer with about four cookies on it.
I smiled at him. "He doesn't tal..." I might as well start speaking again. I only had a few months anyways. "Thank you, sir." I replied, but my voice was barely audible. I hadn't spoken in about nine years. Dr. Philips turned to look at me, all I did was shrug. We all ate cookies at the table together and I let them talk, only occasionally did I say anything.
A/N - I got him to say something! Or, well.... I wrote it that way. Anyways, I may or may not post the next chapter, which will either be better or worse, depending on how you think of it. I already pretty much know what I'm doing so... Let's see how this works out, shall we?
