My name is Matthew Williams. I am almost sixteen, and I have never spoken a word.
Allow me to explain,
My mother took drugs while she was pregnant with me, causing me to be born mute. They (mother and father) didn't realize it until I was about two years old. They thought I was simply a late bloomer. I never did say my first word, though. I cried, and laughed, and screamed like a normal child.
They never suspected anything.
Well, I suppose I should tell you a little more about myself. Like I said, my name is Matthew Williams, and I am mute, meaning I cannot talk. I have blond hair, slightly curly, and it reaches down past my chin. My eyes seem to shift between blue and violet, depending on the lighting in the room. I am homeschooled, and as such I don't have any friends, beside my stuffed bear Kuma. I do go to the park to play, though most kids think I am weird and different, and as such they don't try to befriend me.
They don't know sign language anyway, so it would be hard to communicate quickly, I suppose.
Onto my family.
Like I said, my mother took drugs as she was pregnant with me. She died not much longer, causing my dad much grief. Well, around three years later he remarried, though my step mom already had a child, Alfred. Surprisingly, we look much alike, though he's a year older than me. -Matthew
I never got to know Alfred very well. My father and step mom got into a huge fight, and had a divorce a few years after they married. My step mom took Alfred with her, and that was that.
This journal is meant for whomever lives in this house after me. I want them to know a story of someone who lived in it before them, as they are usually not recorded. As such, precious memories are lost. So, I will try to write in this daily, and give my readers an insight of what it's like to be mute. I don't know, maybe no one will find this. I hope someone will, though.
I should get to bed. It's late, and I'm not supposed to be up.