Used to Be Mute
England X Reader
Introduction
~(F/N) P.O.V.~
People considered me a loud person. They all thought it was a bad characteristic to have, but they didn't realize all the advantages that come with that voice. I loved being loud it just described me so well. All the important things that lie hidden behind it all. The secrets and truths that I could share.
You had hit me or yelled at me because I wanted to be loud and free to speak or laugh. You hated me because thats who I was. No matter how hard I tried to explain you never listen; only picking up bits and pieces never the full story. You still looked at me as a broken instrument that needed to be thrown away, or a disk that was too scratched up to play any more. Like someone who should never be heard from and I hated that.
You only listened when I sounded of that similar to a mouse, but what if it was an emergence. You couldn't hear that quiet squeak, yet that was how you would prefer it to be. You'd rather die than be safe. You'd rather I be quiet and hidden, when who I really was, was loud and energetic. You just never seemed to understand that. Why couldn't you just understand?
Thing was when I went to bed crying, broken hearted feeling lost and hated because you hated that characteristic about me. Because you hated 'me'; I wished to myself so much that I were quiet. I wished that I could make everyone happy. It all turns around when I wake up.
I'd become mute.
Never will you hear my voice that once was so happy and heartful. Never will you hear that sound that you just realized the beauty to. The melody that I used to play loudly only to be turned off never to be heard of again. Thats when you regret everything you said or ever did. You miss the loud joy that I once had. You miss it all so much. Yet thats just what happens. You were abusive and this is how things turn out.
You wish that broken instrument would be fixed; to turn back on. To fix the scratched CD. You wish...
