49 days have passed since the cursed assembly.
Everyone in school avoids me.
They think I am a freak.
Everyone thinks I am a freak.
Everyone but Joseph and Jessica.
I walk into my kitchen to get a snack.
I rarely ever get a snack.
Let alone eat.
As I am about to open my extreme cheddar gold fish, my Aunt Kara says something that makes me squeeze my goldfish bag so hard it pops.
"Molly, I think that you have been not talking long enough. I am taking you to a therapist." She says sternly.
I instantly throw my gold fish at her and stomp out the kitchen, and straight into Joseph's room.
I guess throwing my gold fish was rude.
But she cannot make me go see a therapist.
I do not want to.
I am not going to talk.
I am not ever going to talk.
Because of it.
Joseph looks up at me and sees that I am upset.
"What's wrong?" He asks nervously.
"Aunt Kara is forcing me to see a therapist." I say without emotion.
Joseph's jaw drops to the floor.
Just like I thought it would.
I also thought Aunt Kara understood that I do not talk.
Apparently she does not.
But I will not speak.
Especially to a therapist who does not know anything about me.
No, I will not speak.
Because it had to happen, a little over two years ago.
And now I will never be the same.
I will never be okay.
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49
Short Story"The number 49 never used to have any significance in my life. It was always just the number after 48 and before 50. But that was before it happened."
