Prologue

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My name is Harley Reeds, and like most people I have my insecurities and secrets. I guess you could say the one of my secrets is that my family abuses me, and one of my insecurities is that I can't talk. Yep. You read that right. I'm a mute. I'm not ashamed of it. Its part of who I am. Even if I wasn't always this way.

You see, my mother was never really in the picture when I came around and my father and sister blame me for this. So in return they scream and yell and hit me every chance they get. I try hard to go about my normal day to day life and pretend that I'm not getting abused at home, but recently its getting hard.

My teachers are now noticing the scars and bruises on my skin and are starting to question things. I know that if they find out the truth then it will only mean hell for me to pay later. So I do what I always do and stay silent, pass all my classes with above average grades, and make sure I have no friends. 

Even after following my guidelines for survival somehow, my life got even more messed up, and now after my father decided that the school authorities were getting too close to the truth he decided that it would be best if we moved. Only after beating me to the brink of death, saying it was my fault for getting to close to people. So now here we are unpacking our belongings in our new house.

Bringing up my few boxes of belongings I start unpacking. Within an hour I have my bed put together and my dressers arranged around my room. While unpacking my clothes I place them neatly folded in the drawers and inside my closet trying to keep things organized and out of the way because I know that if my father walked in an saw a mess he'd have my head. Once finished I look around my room noticing that now the feeling of everything still being impossibly empty still settles in the room even more now then at our other house.

Leaving my room I continue working on the rest of the house and unpacking all of our families belongings except the other bedrooms. By the time I'm done nighttime has fallen and exhaustion is slowly creeping into my being.

Sighing I collapse on my bed and instantly fall asleep with a few things on my mind; 1) I can't wait to graduate, 2) I start my new school tomorrow, and 3) there is going to be new people to avoid.

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