Mutism [hood]

Calum

It's lunch now. I'm sitting down with Ashton whom is currently blabbing to a kid. I think he said his name was Luke.

I'm just picking at my disgusting blob of shit they make us eat. Why was Bailey so mad at me earlier. I thought we were friends.

"I think I'm done." I say. But Ashton shrugged it off. I didn't eat anything.

Just like old times.

I stood up from my seat an walked over the the trash, throwing it down into the garbage.

Lunch was only half way over and most kids left school for lunch. So the halls were empty. Trash scattered the halls.

I sigh, taking a seat on the floor, my back resting against someone's locker.

What would Michael do? Probably just find someone else.

Michael was my childHood friend. If that's what you would call it. He was the leader. He was always the one to tell me to do something and I would do it.

I wanted him to like me. I don't know why, he was cool.

But I've always looked up to him because he was so confident.

But that's what got him killed.

Note to self: Don't question a mental patient with a shot gun when they say they would actually kill you. They will do it.

"Calpal!" I look up to see him. Michael.

"Mikey, what are you doing here? You're dead." I state.

"Help!" And that's when I realized he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at someone else down the hall.

No. No no no.

Tears filled my eyes.

I look to where Michael was staring at. It was me. I just stood there.

And suddenly we were all on the roof of that building again. Michael's laugh could be heard from miles away.

But it wasn't right. I knew he was wrong to be making fun of a girl whom had escaped basically prison, somehow found a shot gun, and made it onto the roof at the exact time we were.

So my body just stood there. I looked over to the young girl. Now that I look at her again, she reminds me a lot of Bailey.

She had selective mutism as well. And the same frizzy hair that she had. But the girl had blue, whereas Bailey had a magnificent green.

The girl looked pissed.

It was coming. I could feel it. My tears spill from my eyes.

"No!" But I was too late. She fired the gun, killing my best friend instantly.

"No, no no!" I screamed. I look back at myself. He just stands there shocked.

I wish I did more in that moment. Like pushed her off the edge of that damn building. It sickens me to know she is still alive today, roming the world somewhere.

"No! No!" I cry, barring my head in my knees.

"Calum!" A not-so-familiar voice says, but it's nice. It's quite raspy, but nice. It is a girl.

My head snaps up. We no longer are on the top of a buiding, but back inside that hell hole you call a school.

It's Bailey. She looks concerned. But still she looks so perfect. (Yeah, I just did that.)

"What did you say?" I ask. I didn't think I would ever hear her actually talk.

"Hi," Her voice is small, barely audible, but enough to make me smile.