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today i am so hyper, running around the house humming quietly and giggling loud. i don know why i never speak anymore. at first it was out of pure fear and it was sort of frustrating when people would try to speak to me, but now it feels very odd to speak. i've tried babbling when i'm alone, my voice doesn't sound like my own. it sounds like spongebob when he gets a new laugh, very weird. i play for the rest of the day.

Marco POV
As i close and lock my front door, i feel my phone vibrating in my pocket and look to see my sisters name.
"goodmorning May, how can i help you?"
"I need you to please come sit with my store while i run and grab lunch. i'm the only one here"
i sigh.
"i have prior plans."
"Please. id really appreciate it"
damn.
"Alright. be there shortly"
i hate having to change my schedule, because i stick to a very tight one. but i guess i could shorten my own lunch time. arriving at the store i send my sister off with a 'don't be long' and sit behind the counter. waiting. only 10 or 15 minutes later the door bells chime. a tiny built frame hops in, excitedly. from the minute i saw her walk in the store, i was intrigued. i wanted to know her, to really know her. she just seemed as if she carried such a weight on her and i could be the one to lift it. i figured i would wait until she came to check out. but when she finally did, i noticed she kept her head down and her bangs covered to where i could barely see her face, so i just rang up her items. all baby things. my mind was wondering all over, but i didn't want to get my hopes up. mysterious AND what i want/need? hm, curios. when i tell her the total she simply hands me the money without a word or even a glance. as she turns to leave i decide to take a chance...
"have a nice day, little one"
she slows, and i hope so badly that she turns around to face me, but she just continues on her way. only moments later my sister returns and i go on about my day, keeping the tiny women in the back of my mind. wondering if i will run into her again and if she would actually speak that time. i wonder...

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