Words are amazing. They help people understand you. They help when your mad, sad, happy or scared. You can shout if you need help. You can giggle if you find something funny, and you can cry if your sad. But not me. I can't do any of that. I don't really know why though, my dad just says I can't. I think my brother, Remus knows, because every time he asks me something, he remembers I can't respond, so he just cries and hugs me tightly. I don't remember the last time I spoke. I only remember writing something down if I needed anything. Yet somehow, I miss talking, and I envy my friends while they laugh and gossip together, while I just watch. But I can't cry about it, I can't laugh with them, I can't even tell them. I think they know too. I over heard my dad telling them something about a curse, but that's all I remember. I'm still trying to figure it out, what the hell is wrong with me?! Why the hell cant I yell when I'm mad, scream when I'm scared, cry when I'm sad?! "I'm sorry Roman, I wish it was me instead, I love you" Remus says and hugs me before bed. Like he did every night. I wish I could tell him it doesn't help, it makes me feel worse. Yet, I just smile and hug him back. My dad is really poor, so my brother and I share a room. We have different beds and stuff, we just don't have that much privacy, which I think makes Remus feel worse, since he can see me in the middle of the night, tasseling and turning while I have the same nightmare I have every night. It's about this strange women sewing my mouth shut, repeating in this creepy voice, "This will keep your pretty mouth shut" then she'd laugh like a maniac, I'm surprised I haven't screamed at that yet. It always gets worse. It's like a can feel the pain. Each night it gets more realistic, more painful. The last thing I see before I wake up is a countdown. I don't really know what it's for, last night it said '6 months, 2 weeks, 5 days, 15 hours, 27 minutes, 18 seconds' I wrote it down for Remus to read, he was shocked, but assured me it was just a bad dream, it would go away as quickly as it came. It's been 9 years. I'm almost 15, when will it go away? When can I speak again? When can I cry again? When can this stupid dream go away!? WHEN WILL I BE NORMAL!?
What should I do?
Make a new chapter of "VBTC" nahhh
Make a new chapter of "HSS" nahhh
Make a new chapter of "DWI" nahhh
Make a whole new horror book? Yeahhhhh
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Keep Your Pretty Mouth Shut
TerrorRoman is trapped in an endless cycle of fear and confusion. He then was washed with the truth that his father was an assassin, so now all the people he killed want revenge. What better way than to get his son? The only thing Roman's dad lives for, w...
