Don't talk, make no sound. Stay quiet, dear god stay quiet! Mime thought as he tried to hold his breath only to fail with his small lung size.

"He's a mime! Mimes don't talk!" He heard his father yell at his mother for probably the 7th time that night.

"You can't hit him just because he said something! He's only eight!" His mother was standing up for him though because of his age he had no idea what was going on.

Be quiet. Be quiet. He repeated it over and over in his mind sobbing into his hands as he hid in a small closet hugging his favored possession a small sock monkey with painted on mime makeup.

"Just because its in your family for the children to be brought up mimes doesn't mean I have to let you!"

"Then leave."

Leave, leave? What mommy can't leave! Mime's thoughts raced as he sniffled slightly messing his makeup as he rubbed his sleeve on his nose.
He heard footsteps and whispering. Then he had to close his eyes as light seeped through the opening closet doors.

"Sweety come here." She was down on one knee her face soft yet still holding a certain sadness. Mime exited the closet with his stuffed animal, which he had named Peanuts, held tight in his small arms and walked towards her. She hugged him closely rubbing his back as Mime burried his face in her wool sweater getting it wet with tears. "Mime look at me." She whispered into his head in the space between the antlers. He cast his glance upward.

"Mommy what's happening?" He asked innocently his voice coming out gentle and soft.

"Mime, I'm leaving your father. Please don't be sad sometimes people don't love each other after awhile. Let me tell you something."

Mime's breath hitched at the word 'leaving' then he forced himself to calm down so her could hear his mothers voice.

"Your voice can be used for many things, to make people cry,hurt themselves, and sometimes even die, but it can also do wonderful things. It can make them laugh, smile, and it can even make love. Promise me you'll save your voice, and one day make someone very happy." Mime's mouth was slightly open as if he was going to deny, he was going to make everything better, like he could fix it all. "Mime, promise me." She ran her hand comfortingly through the fur on the top of his head.

"I promise." His voice quivered and slightly stuttered, but he had made his choice.

"Good. Now I'm sure your dad will take good care of you, but I swear I'll visit often OK?"

Mime nodded before hugging his mother tightly feeling his eyelids heavy with drowsiness. His mother noticed this and smiled beginning to sing a lullaby in a hushed voice.

"The little purple bird sits on the highest branch,

watching his friends play.

Unknowly cursing them in silence,

throughout the beautiful day.

First goes the blue jay,

his pride got best of him.

Swooping into a deadly cave,

on a foolish whim,

Next goes the cardinal,

scared of everything.

To avoid the air,

hit a rock with a ping.

The next few birds were cut down,

with a big oak tree. The cause is of a green woodpeckers,

flipped side let free."

Her singing lulled him to sleep, the last thing he saw that night was her face.

...
This was also the last time he saw her.

Authors Note:

This may be continued if you guys like it! I wanted to make a series with one of my favorite HTF characters, Mime! Its kinda my look on why hes silent even if hes not mute! Also the lullaby has mentions of other HTF characters can you spot them? There kinda obvious.