To Be Silenced

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I've always been quiet. Not because I'm shy, or whatever. I'm not quiet by choice, I'm a mute, which means I can't talk. Until someone told me I couldn't.All Rights Reserved

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People don't understand me. I was just a small town girl who didn't know what to do. All because I was quiet, listened to punk, and always wore jackets to cover my scars, I was labeled as the 'Emo Freak'. I've been teased and hit. I've been abused by people at school, and by my mother, if that's what you can call her. My life is a mess. The only escape I had was music. All the bands I listened to provided a sense of comfort for me. Especially one band in particular by the name of All Time Low. I felt a major connection between the lyrics and the band. They were the only reason why I was alive. This is my story. **FICTIONAL STORY**

I'm the girl who sits in the back of the class that no one notices. Who always quiet and doesn't socialize. I'm a social outcast. You can walk right pass me with out noticing. I have no friends or people I talk to. Not even the teachers notice me even though I get good grades and turn in my work. I'm a nobody. No one cares about me; no one will ever care about me.

He has a few close friends, I am a loner. He's a "bad boy" and I'm "mute" We both have secrets we don't share with anyone. I don't talk so he chooses to do all the talking for me. Like they say, silence is the most powerful scream. This story might be a bit darker than my other ones. I've wanted to write a story like this for a while. Please enjoy Silent Scream.

this is some stuff I write because I can't say it out loud and/or because I shouldn't be thinking about it. this is truly how I feel and what I think.

Silence Is Louder Than Words by AnimeAngelG

I'm sick of crying tired of trying. Yeah I might be smiling but inside I’m dying. They don't know me or what I've been through, yet they still judge me. I've been through hell and back. I've seen and heard awful things. After what I've been through I dont see how they affect me, but they do. They call me the mute emo dork. I guess why it hurts so much is because its true.

I'm a normal teenage girl. Average Height, black hair, blue eyes, and a great boyfriend. Sounds like a normal teenage life, right? Wrong, did I mention that I'm dead?

Hi, it's yo girl teyana ,the bad bitch and I'm 16. I don't give a fuck what people say or there feelings I only care about me and the person who gave birth to me. actually fuck that I don't care about her cause she don't care about me all she cares about is crack fucking crackhead. people say that I'm heartless I properly am but I wasn't always like this...... ******************************************************* 7 years ago.... "Daddy,Daddy help me please someone help" crying my eyes out begging my father friend to stop while he raping me and hitting me at the same time. My father friend deroy said " bitch,stop screaming enjoy it cus no one going to have sex with you, look at you. I was still screaming for someone to help me "no one going to help you they don't care about you,do you really think they care if they did they would of been here right now" I was still screaming for help because I had hope that my night and shining armor to rescue me but he didn't come...

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you cannot talk. you have a notebook and pencil you carry around with you everywhere. you've never talked. everything you do is silent. a single soft sound is forbidden to come from your mouth. You are a mute. and no one sticks around for as long as someone is about too. Be looking out for book 2, "Little Moments"

There is a war raging within me, a constant battle between what I know and what I feel. My priorities became a blur after you happened, and absence never felt so real.

i am the girl that has no friends, that gets picked on, that hasnt talked. i am considered an emo freak or a loser. i dont really care. i am fine without friends. my mother is gone and my dad is abusive and doesnt give a shit if i was found dead. but that is normal in my life. i wont talk to anyone and hopefully they will stop talking to me.

You Saved Me

People don't understand me. I was just a small town girl who didn't know what to do. All because I was quiet, listened to punk, and always wore jackets to cover my scars, I was labeled as the 'Emo Freak'. I've been teased and hit. I've been abused by people at school, and by my mother, if that's what you can call her. My life is a mess. The only escape I had was music. All the bands I listened to provided a sense of comfort for me. Especially one band in particular by the name of All Time Low. I felt a major connection between the lyrics and the band. They were the only reason why I was alive. This is my story. FICTIONAL STORY

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