UnMuted (Sequel to Mute)

*5*

*This is gonna be short*

You

I stare up at the chipped ceiling in a thick sweat. Perspiration causes my clothes and sheets to cling to me. Even with the blanket off of my skin, I was still unbelievably hot.

I sit up in bed, subconsciously glancing to my left at my slumbering roommate. From the dim illumination from his broken nightlight, I can see that he's also sweating profusely. Though, he chose not to wear any clothes.

Which I could've lived without seeing.

I get out of bed and went towards the bathrooms to splash water on my face. I look at my shiny, messy reflection and groaned quietly. I turn the water on and waited for it to be cold before splashing it on my face.

I sigh in relief, feeling a little cooler. I turn off the faucet and wiped my face with my already damp shirt. I then take said shirt off and sling it over my shoulder before exiting the bathroom.

Walking down the dark, deserted hallways, my mind starts to concoct the ugliness of my life.

His brown belt being unbuckled.

The screaming.

The sound of glass breaking.

The dirty spoon and syringe.

The gunshots.

The blood.

That churn in my stomach as I watched Julio cover Mama's face with that fucking bandana.

I hate that bandana.

It killed the only two people I cared about.

I cover my ears, desperately trying to block it all out, but it's a feeble attempt. I lean up against a wall and slid down while my thoughts continued to scream at me.

I gotta leave this place.

I need to.

I uncover my ears, chest heaving as if I just ran from someone trying to kill me. I stand on my feet and rush back to my room. As quickly and quietly as I could, I slipped on some pants and a hoodie before putting on my shoes and packing my things.

I kept stealing glances at the slumbering boy, finally getting the rest of my stuff packed. I hike my bag on my shoulder and left, closing the door behind me.

I creep down towards the back entrance where the basketball hoop was when a voice startles me.

"Y/N, where are you going?" I turn around towards the small girl, her sleep wear in a disarray due to the heat. I don't answer her, which causes her to step closer. "Are you leaving?"

I play with the strap of my bag, avoiding her eyes. She aggressively takes hold of my chin, making me look at her. "Where are you going?" She demands.

I sigh, removing her hand from me, "I can't stay here, Ariana. This place isn't good for me." She points an accusing finger at me, "No, it's because you wouldn't let it be. You never talk to anybody. Am I nobody to you?"

I glare down at her, "Opening up ain't me, okay? My life was shit and I've seen things no child should see and felt things no child should feel. Get that through your fucking head."

I see tears start to form in her eyes, "You can't go. Please, Y/N, don't go." My eyebrows furrow in confusion as the girl I rarely see cry starts to breakdown in front of me.

Her bottom lip quivers and I begin to feel a pang of guilt, but it's what's best.

"I'm sorry, but I gotta," I say. She wraps her arms around me tight, gripping onto me for dear life. "Please," she quietly sobs. "Please."

Not knowing what to do, I stay still, letting the girl breakdown into my hoodie. "You can't leave me. Not like this," she whispers. "Like what? So suddenly?" I ask in vain. She breaks from me, looking into my eyes with sorrow.

"And why do you care all of sudden? I thought you hated me," I say with a cold undertone. She shakes her head, "I don't hate you." I resist the urge to scoff at the girl.

"Is that right? Look, Ariana, I have to leave. If I stay here any longer, I will succeed next time," I say. She shakes her head lightly, "Succeed? Succeed in what?"

I sigh regrettably, rolling up my sleeves to show shallow lines going up my forearms. "This is why I was gone for almost a month," I say with no emotion.

She hesitantly cradles my arm, more tears bordering we sight. "W-Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew you'd just yell at me as if that'll help me. You'd call me stupid and slap me before crying and telling me you care. Well, you're a fucking liar and I never wanna see you again," I spat venomously.

Surprisingly, she didn't look taken back. Instead, she nods, "You're right. I wasn't any help. But that's all I knew how to comfort, okay? I tried to help you the only way I know how, and I'm sorry."

There was a thick silence in the air before her small voice says, "Please, say something." I run my hand through my hair, "What do you want me to say?"

"What do you wanna say?" I shrug, "If anything, I don't wanna say nothing. I just wanna leave this place for good." She then hangs her head down, "Y/N, please."

"Why do you want me here so much? Huh?" I nearly snap. She looks up at me, then back down, rubbing her stomach.

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I was just a kid.

I'm still a kid.

A kid that lived a life no kid should.

I had to grow up quick. Had to learn to hide my emotions. Learn to take care of me.

I still have some of those toxic attributes, but it's how I've kept my heart safe.

I sit up in bed, cold sweat all over my body. I look over to my side at the love of my life. A smile graces my face as I watch as her shoulders Rose and fell evenly.

She was clad in only my oversized faded Boston Red Sox shirt I got from a swap meet at Rydell. There was a thing sheen of sweat on her forehead and arms.

I lean in and place a soft kiss on her lips.

I move back to admire her more. This woman helped me through my toughest battle; finding my voice.

And thanks to her, I can speak and love.

I'm so in love with her.

*This book was nearly forgotten until one of you lovelies messaged me... You know who you are...