The boy that can't say anything (Lashton FF) Translation into english

Run

He looked at me shocked and ran out of my apartment. I heard only the popping of the door. Horrified, he left me alone. I sighed in frustration and walked under the shower.

I brushed my teeth and pulled something comfortable on. My apartment was already furnished from Cal and Mikey. My remaining furniture come tomorrow.

At Monday was my first day in the company.

I'm looking forward to it. But my thoughts drifted back to the little boy with the curly hair.

He did so sorry, something no one deserves. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

"... Come down please!" I pleaded to the boy.

The boy with the brown-green eyes looked at me sadly.

"Please!" I tried again. He nodded this time slightly, and put his right foot on the bar under it.

However, they broke through and the boy fell without screaming, 60 meters deep in the icy water below us. I only saw how his little body going under water ...

I ripped sweat bathed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing.

I held my head and slowly stood up.

Why did I dream that?

Where is he?

Hopefully home?

But what if something happened?

I got up and went for the first time to shower and get ready.

I quickly ate something and went outside to get some fresh snatch often.

I put my headphones in my ears, and ran down the street.

Someone tapped me on my shoulder. I turned around and looked confused in the face of a woman.

I took out the headphones and looked at her questioningly.

"Hello, I am the mother of Ashton," she said, almost in tears.

"Oh, hello. I'm Luke, something happened to him? ". She nodded slightly.

"What?" I asked, shocked.

"I saw how he went yesterday from your apartment to get out, but he ran in the opposite direction, do you know with who he was?" She asked, a tear ran down her cheek.

I began to panic.

"Uh ... I, he ... he was with me," I said softly.

She looked at me with wide eyes.

"How So? What did they do to him? "She yelled at me.

"Nothing I .. ... he was beaten up by a bunch of guys and he was crying and I've taken it with me to his wounds to patch up," I said anxiously.

Her expression softened.

"My baby was beaten?" She asked in disbelief.

"Where is he?" She wailed.

"I dont know. I asked him if he can not talk and he just run away, "I said sympathetically.

She looked at me with wide eyes.

"He can not talk, since his father is dead, the doctors said he was in shock, so he does not talk ..".

"He has not spoken for seven years?" I asked, horrified.

She nodded slightly.

"But ... he can ...?"

"I honestly do not," she said sadly.