Hello, it's now almost 3 months in the future. not in the story but like real life.
sorry it took so long, but i did say that i don't know what my updating schedule will be like. all of you guys can thank my friend for this, she was all like you should update your fanfic cuz I updated mine. she thinks that I look like a female anikin Skywalker too and it makes me laugh.
welp, I don't wanna make you wait too long, and make sure to give my cute little John some hugs.
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"English?" the girl asked, a frown growing on her face. Is there something wrong with my writing? I look down at it, nope definitely nothing wrong. It's spelled correctly, J O H N. How did she pronounce it as English? That's not even close. The hero seems confused about my name too. I wave my hand around in the air until both of them are looking at me, and then give them a thumbs down. My name is pronounced john not English. I then circle my name with my finger and point to each letter individually, trying to make them understand that they had gotten it way wrong.
The hero grinned, and then burst out laughing. What the heck is wrong with him? "John," he said as he finally began to stop laughing, "right?" I smiled and gave him a thumbs up. At least the weird hero guy knows how to read.
Oh, wait, I gotta remember, I can't forget. Heroes are not to be trusted, I cannot let my guard down. not again.
"Who taught you to write ki... John?" the girl asked as she stared at me, acting as if she already knows the answer. No, there is no way that she knows, and I can't let them learn either. I can't let him get captured too. "No." I write down. I can't tell them, I will take any punishment to save him.
"How about this then?" she said, her voice becoming darker, impossibly making me shrink back even further, "were you purposely working with the villains, or..."
I was writing down my answer before she ever finished the question. "No." No way. Never. I hate them, I hate them all. First they take him away, and then they make me kill all of those innocent people. Now, now they have left me in the hands of a hero. A hero. No. No no no no no no. I look up, nothing but fear filling me. I had forgotten again. This man, no matter how weird and friendly seeming he might be, is still a hero, a demon.
"Maybe we shouldn't be asking these questions right now Suzume," the hero guy said. He no longer has a smile on his face. He has noticed my fear, he is going to punish me. I close my eyes. "We are clearly just scareing him." Wait, what? Why does he keep up his act? It's pointless. I know that he knows that I can see past all of his lies. Unless they aren't? No. He is just acting, he will show his true colors as soon as I begin to believe in him.
"Fine, just one more," the lady said, staring at me once again, drilling straight into my soul. "What would you do if I were to remove this?" She pointed to the place where her neck connects to her chin. She doesn't have anything there. Why is she pointing there? Maybe I have something other than the brace on my neck? I reach my arm up and touch it, its a small piece of metal. What is it? I look up at her confused, what is this thing and why am I wearing it? "It disables your voice, makes it impossible for you to speak," she said, answering my inaudible question as she continues to stare at me with her now cold eyes, "that's what you wanted to know correct?"
It, it disables my voice? I won't be able to hurt anyone. the world is safe from my voice. I- I must thank them. They might be heroes, they might be demons, but they saved me from my voice, they saved the world from my voice. "Don't," I wrote, my hand shaking as tears stream down my face, "never take it off. thank you."
A drop hit the page. Were they real tears? A second drop leaves a wet spot on the paper. These tears were real. But how? I haven't truly cried in years, and, and... I... I'm not even sad.
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sorry for the short length, but hope you enjoyed anyways.
have fun, don't die.