UnMuted (Sequel to Mute)

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(⚠ offensive name-calling/strong mentions of suicide; skip if you want)

You

"Why'd you do it?" The older man says, looking at me sadly through his thin glasses. I looked down at my lap, playing with my fingers with a blank expression.

"You can speak to me, Y/N," he discreetly begs. I look up, seeing the desperation in his eyes. I look off, sighing heavily. I hear him rummaging through some papers and opening drawers. I turn my attention back to him, keeping my face stale.

He pulls out a manilla folder, setting it in the corner of his desk. "You need to talk to someone. Anyone," he starts, taking off his glasses and dragging his hand over his exhausted features.

"How when you got me on suicide watch, huh?" I nearly snap, honestly getting fed up. He says nothing, either not having a legitimate answer or too tired to deal with it. I suck my teeth, picking with the loose threads on my old, second hand jeans.

The room falls quiet, which calmed me a bit until he spoke up, "Why are you so quick to get angry?" I squint at him, a scowl starting to form on my face.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" He nods, a bit of determination in his being, "Y/N, I will not allow you to do anything to hurt yourself. Fighting included-,"

"I don't get hurt. I do the hurting," I say lowly, glaring at Mr. Endez. He nods, "Yeah? When they got you down they saw bruises on your stomach and that black eye looks like it hurt." I shoot up and slam my hands on his desk in a heated fury.

"You don't know me!" He raises an eyebrow, "You claim I do, though. Every time we talk, your favorite line is 'you know what's in my file'. Your file doesn't cover everything," he says in a calm voice.

I grit my teeth, flaring my nostrils as the man crosses his arms in a relaxed way. "Fuck you," I seethe. He runs a hand through his hair, leaning forward to place folded hands in front of him on the mildly cluttered desk.

"If cursing at me helps you, by all means," he says, voice still calm. I shake my head, scooting the chair back forcefully and storming to the door.

"Our session isn't over-,"

"I don't give a shit," I mutter, leaving his office.

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"Hey! It's Silent Shoelaces!" Blake spots me, smiling while his friends laughed. I say nothing, continuing to eat my snack and turning the volume up. I go until I hear nothing, but The Weeknd's voice and thumping, heavy beat.

I nod a little, trying to ignore them when they crowd at my table. I take a bite of the treat, staring down at its wrapper as if it were the most interesting thing.

I suddenly feel someone snatch an earbud out, causing me to shoot a glare at the boy. "Whatcha listening to?" He goes to put it to his ear and I yank it from him.

He puts his hands up in defense and chuckles, "Just curious." I squint at him, pausing my music and tucking my ear buds away. "So, heard about what happened on the basketball court," Blake starts.

"How dumb do you have to be to try to kill yourself with shoelaces?" He laughs out, causing his followers to copy him. My blood starts to boil at a frightening temperature. I try to steady my breathing, but I could feel the nerves worsen.

"Next time, jump off of the building."

"Or you could drown yourself."

Blake hits the boy, "Dumbass! How is it gonna do that?" The boy shrugs, "I dunno." I stand abruptly, trying to get away from these assholes, but Blake stands up, pushing me down to my seat.

He starts rubbing my shoulders in a mocked friendly way, "Hey, SS, we're trying to help ya. The least you could say is 'thank you'," he glares at me slightly.

I return, going to stand again, but he brings me down again. "Listen, I'm not afraid to do what I did last time with the glass, you dyke," he whispers darkly.

Having enough, I stand and push the boy out of his seat in a swift motion. I immediately straddle him and rain a few hard punches to his face. He soon capitalizes, and that's when I noticed a small crowd around us, shouting.

Though, I can only hear the wild thumping in my ears from the adrenaline

He hits me a few good times, inflicting great pain to my face. We roll around on the dirty tile floor, doing a number on each other. As I was sending sick shots to him, I feel strong hands grab me and pull me off of him with great force and push me against a wall, pinning me.

"Calm down, Morgado!" The big, burly man bellows, though my eyes were still set on the boy. All I see is red. Another man is holding him back. I internally smile at the amount of blood that's dripping onto his shirt.

"Let's go you two." We were then led outside of the break room.

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