That was what everyone thought of me. I was the mute who can't do anything on her own or doesn't know how to talk to people. Girls stared and judged me while boys taunted and laughed at me. Every minute of every day i would wished for another life.
On one of my regular eye check ups the docter noticed something very odd when i looked to my right. My left and right eye didn't communicate very well. So he send me for brain scans. It would have been worth it,the strapping me into a head squasher and sliding me under a thousand ton masjine fearing for my life, if i got to actually see them. But they lost them. Turns out i had a very rare eye condition which isnt dangerous but only a neat party trick.
This all i had to go through only with my mom and sis standing my me.
One day my mother got a phone call from the hospital saying my father was admitted. My sister was at a friend's house so me and my mom ventured into the night alone. Understanding that i havent seen him in manu years would explain why i didnt realy know why we were going to him. But we did. To find a women by his bedside and my mothers heart torn in two drenched in blood. The argument with her was brief as they rushed out of the hospital leaving me behind. Soon my father walked towards me at took my hand and led me my outside. I was young and filled with fear not knowing what the hell was going on. My mother stripped me from my fathers grasp speeding towards the car. Shooting away and almost driving him into a coma scaring me to death. Past red lights, over stop signs turning left and right avoiding death by inches, all while my mom is screaming and crying out in pain. I could only ask ina young frightened voice that we stop or that slow down. She made the decision to go to a lady she knews house to calm down.
That was the first time i truly knew what it felt like to feel deaths presence.
I was alone in the world. I had pushed away my one friend which i had since the first grade because i feared he too would hurt me. And no one was aloud in my heart, not even me
I didn't cry the nights when me and my sister tried to console my broken mother. I didn't cry when all those years and all those memories start to make sence. I didn't cry when my grandfather disowned me along with that entire one side of my family. I didnt cry.
