It started with the death. The depressing darkness that is death. It left a giant hole in my body once it happened. After the death came the grieving. The grief including the denial, the guilt, the anger, and the depression. It is a continuous cycle. It never ends. But along with the grieving came the silence. Not one word have I spoken since the death. Not so much as a whisper. I prefer to stay hidden. They have tried to get me to speak, tried to beat it out of me, tried to coax me to use my voice. But I don't. Nobody knows why I don't speak. Only I do. No one wants the broken child, with the broken past. Silence includes Selective Mute Louis, Selective Mute Zayn, Depression, self harm, abuse, foul language and some content that may not be appropriate for some readers. Do not read if you are triggered by those things. Please read at your own risk. I do not own One Direction. Some characters are figments of my own imagination.