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Previously On The Silent Victim

She walked back to the front of the class and pointed to the board, "Mrs. Adams" was written on it, so I guessed it was her name, she started to write something on the board when the guy in front of me turned around. He had orange hair and looked really familiar.

"What's wrong with you? Why can't you talk freak?" He snickered quietly before turning around.

The boy from the castle. I was right, he is mean. I wanted to tell him that I can't talk, that my voice left me, but I couldn't speak. Even if I could he wouldn't be able to hear me over my tears.

Chapter 2

Sleepless Nights

It was hard to pay attention when the boy kept turning back and making faces, but after a couple of them I realized he wasn't going to stop, so I ignored him. When class was over, I was quite pleased with what I knew. I knew that anything multiplied by 0 was 0, anything multiplied by 1 was the number that was being multiplied by it. While the other students were leaving I took the remaining piece of paper on my desk and started writing.

I went up to the teacher's desk and handed her the paper, she looked at it, back at me than nodded. She searched through her things and took out a notebook, and 2 pieces of paper. She put them on her desk and looked at me.

"I've never had a student ask for homework, but I see that you're interested in learning so I have 2 sheets here with the things we were learning today, we were going to do it in class tomorrow, but there's nothing wrong with doing a bit of extra work, so you can take these." She handed me the 2 sheets of paper and I quickly looked through them, I smiled knowing this would be easy.

"Also, you seemed to be the only child in this class that was actually interested in learning, is that just in math?" I shook my head.

"That's what I was thinking, so I want you to take this notebook, you can write whatever you like in here: notes, how your feeling, or you can even draw." I nodded, and collected the things, I was going to leave, but she took out another notebook.

"Are you shy Brady?" She asked. I shook my head.

"I noticed you have a bit of a speaking problem, I was just wondering if it is because you're nervous, or shy, it would make sense considering this is your first day of school here, would that be it?" I shook my head once more. She searched her desk for something and her eyes landed on a picture frame, she picked it up and showed it to me.

"You see this boy, he's my son, he's very kind and caring, he's a grade younger than you but I'm sure he would love to be friends with you." She smiled sweetly at me. I stared at her confused.

"I saw that Boz was bothering you, he does it to everyone, but it's still not right. Every time I tell him that it's not nice to bully people he apologizes and promises he won't do it anymore, although he ends up breaking the promise the next day." I stood there shocked, how can he break a promise?

"He thinks it's okay because he's a prince, no matter how many times you tell him otherwise he just doesn't listen. But I'm proud of you, you must be the only student who he has bullied that just ignored him, you didn't yell or fight, you ignored him. It shows you have patience, not many boys your age have that, and it's going to come in handy when you get older." I gave her a small smile, she was proud of me too, and she's only known me for a day! She handed me the notebook that was sitting on her desk.

"Some people can't sing, some people can't dance, some people can't spell, and some people can't talk, but it doesn't mean you should get bullied for it. You can use this notebook to communicate with others okay? I'm also going to tell the other teachers that you will be using the notebook to communicate." I liked this teacher, she was doing so much for me already, I nodded and headed out the door.

The hallway was empty except for 3 people who were by a locker, they all looked very familiar. One was a dark-skinned boy who was taking books from the locker and putting them in a backpack, one was a girl who was leaning against the locker door, and the other one was the mean boy from class! I wondered where I could get a backpack, it would make carrying everything a lot easier.

I placed my books on the ground, and opened the notebook, I put the 2 sheets of paper in it then closed it. I put my speaking notebook on top if it neatly. I picked them up and started walking towards the exit, until my books flew out of my hands, I bent down to pick them up again not realizing what happened until I heard snickering. I looked up and saw the orange haired boy looking and laughing at me. He ran to the exit where a girl was looking outside and waiting, it was the strange girl from the jungle!

I placed the 2 sheets inside the notebook again and reached for my speaking notebook, but it wasn't there. I looked around not seeing it, thinking the boy took it as a joke. I shook my head, not thinking what he did was funny at all. I stood up and felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around and saw the dark-skinned boy, I thought he was going to do the same thing to me the orange haired boy did, but he handed me a notebook.. My notebook! I looked at him surprised, why wasn't he making fun of me like his friend?

"That's Boz, he's my brother, were twins, and I know he can be mean sometimes, but don't listen to him. I heard him in class, and he went too far, calling you a freak and all. My names Boomer." He examined my face and starched his chin.

"You look familiar." He said. "Are you the boy from the castle?" I nodded my head.

"It doesn't matter if you can't talk and stuff, it doesn't make you a freak, you know that right?" I didn't know if he was telling me the truth, maybe I was a freak so I shrugged my shoulders.

"It doesn't. I think Boz is just bullying you because he's jealous." I was shocked, he a prince, was jealous, of me a boy who can't talk? I think the boy noticed my confusion because he continue explaining.

"Mikayla is the girl who gave you your stick back that day, Boz got mad when you hugged her, because our parents have an agreement or something with her parents. They're suppose to get married or something when they're old enough, Boz really likes Mikayla and the idea of getting married to her, but Mikayla? Not so much. She told me once that she likes Boz, but only as a friend, and she's mad that her dad made the decision without thinking about how she would feel having to marry someone she didn't even love." That didn't make any sense! My parents always told me I would marry a really amazing woman someday, but only if I loved her of course.

"Boz doesn't know Mikayla doesn't like him, I didn't tell him because Mikayla's my friend, and I don't want to get her in trouble. But I think a part of Boz kinda knows, that's why he's so protective of her. She's only allowed to hang out with me and Boz, no other boys, but she can hang out with any girls she wants. Do you get it?" I nodded my head finally understanding. I walked out of the building thinking that maybe I made a new friend.

When I got home, I looked around the house for anything to carry my things in, I came across a small bag with one pocket, I managed to put all my things inside of it. I took my speaking and my writing notebook with me to the library.

When I got into the library I noticed a big difference from school, it was so quiet you could probably hear a pin drop, I looked around remembering all the times I came here with my parents. I put my things down on an empty table and put my library card in my pocket. I looked around shelves and shelves of books, until one caught my eye. I took the book off the self and examined it.

The cover had a gold picture frame on it, with cursive writing in the middle of it, the background was a mixture of teal and sky blue. I read the letters on the front because I couldn't read cursive writing that good.

The first 3 letters looked like: P, O, and an E. I wrote the first 3 letters on a blank piece of paper. The next 2 look liked a T, and an R. The last letter was easy, it was a Y. I wrote it all on the paper and it spelled POETRY, I remember my mom telling me I would learn about it later, but other than that I have no idea what it is. I opened the book hoping to find out.

I read the first page in my head using my index finger. "Poetry is many things, but most people describe it as a way to express their feelings. Most people use it to let their feelings out, it's not good to keep things bottled inside. Poetry can be shared, and it can be kept private. It's been around for years and it doesn't have to rhyme. Happiness, sadness, anger, pain, sorrow; that can all be put on a single piece of paper.

I thought about it for a moment, I have kept everything bottled inside since my parents died, but then again I can't really tell people how I feel if I can't speak, so maybe I should try this poetry thing. I checked the book out and walked outside noticing how late it was, when I got home, I threw my bag on the ground, but picked it up knowing my mom wouldn't be too happy.

I walked up the stairs into my room, and placed my bag in my closet, I put my books neatly on my desk, changed into my pajamas, then brushed my teeth. I laid in my bed again, and closed my eyes trying to fall asleep, but I saw it again. Their bodies, the blood, my father's eyes, and I can't stop hearing my mother's scream. I got up and sat at my desk getting a piece of paper out of my bag, maybe I would feel better if I let my feelings out. I held the pen in my hand, titled my paper, and started writing.

Sleepless Nights

Sleepless nights, my body aches
My heart won't stop bleeding from all my mistakes
The tears, they fall like rain
Her scream is spinning around my brain
So scared and feeling so alone
The darkness fills my every bone
No food, no sleep, can't think at all
Each way I turn, another brick wall
His empty eyes haunts my soul
Everything is gone, I've lost control
The only weapon is my pen
I'm falling, helpless again

I closed my notebook and the tears started to fall, but I wiped them away as quick as they came. I looked at my clock that read 9:23. I knew this would just be another sleepless night, so I grabbed my poetry book, and started reading.

It hasn't been that long since I updated, but it took awhile because of the poem. I'm not really good at making poems but I'm going to put a poem in each chapter from now on, so they won't be updated for a short period of time. P.S Love your reviews :P