Prologue.

My Name Is Courtney Blossom, and I'm a mute.

I haven't always been one, but things happen you could say. My father didn't really even love me anymore to the fact that I could not become the "Perfect Lawyer" He had always wanted from the day of my birth. It's to the fact that no, I can not utter a single word out that he seems to despise me and clearly won't even look me In the face.

Saying "You look to much like her."

Sometimes he even says "Why waste my time giving you my attention when you aren't an importance to me."

I just smile and return to my room, and then I slowly but silently let the tears fall from my eyes and hope that one day he could maybe hug me, kiss me, and tell me he loves me like he did when I was little.

My Father had also re-married. After my mom... had passed away.

I should have given my new "mommy" a chance? No.

She was half my fathers age, and had stated that my father should have gotten rid of me after the moment my mother had died.

She Insults me when ever she can, and I smile. Because smiling is all I can do...

She is 22, When as my father is 44. She looks nothing like my real mother. My mother had shoulder length brown hair, beautiful hazel eyes that showed Innocence, Tan colored skin, and a beautiful figure for her age, that any man would have been loving to be with her.

April my so called "New Mother" Had Long Blonde hair, Bright; Oh so Bright Blue eyes. Spray painted Orange painted tan colored skin; She reminds me of a carrot.

Her figure is of a hour glass, curvy and toned.

Me? Well I'm not pretty. I'm a "waste of space" As people In school say.

My hair is a Light Brown, I'm Short and easily picked on because of my height, My figure Is curvy; I don't like It.

My eyes are a Dark Brown, and I weigh little for my age.

I don't have friends at school. No one really wants to be friends with a girl who can't say anything or do anything but smile? Right?

I'm constantly picked on and made fun of. I have One friends Bridgette.

I have no clue why she would be my friend. She's popular,pretty, and everything.

But I don't question it. She's all I have and I don't ever want to lose her.

Before I had became a mute, I had a lot of friends.

I was 6 so of course everyone was friends. Though I was friendly and had a warm smile that people were somehow attached and wanted to be my friend.

I miss those days...

I think sometimes. "What would Life be like If I could Speak?"

Then I pray that my Aunt Susan Would find a cure.

My Aunt Susan Is a Doctor and Has been there for my since everything.

She promises me every time I see her that she will find a cure and help me talk.

We sign language a lot, I tell her I love her and that she's the reason for me to fight and live.

In the end nothing Is the Same.

I have no family.

I have no friends.

I have no one, I am alone.