An Update. Finally. Writers block is a bitch, enjoy. This was not where I was originally going to take this story however I just went with it. Let me know what y'all think.

Damon's POV

Damon's POV

I am Damon Salvatore and I am mute. Why might you ask, because some things are better left unsaid.

I was a seven year old boy, who would talk, and read, and laugh, and play. That all changed when I witnessed my babysitters murder. To this day the case is still open. There were no leads; sure they had the guys DNA, but nothing to match it to. Turns out the guy who killed and raped Katherine Pierce wasn't in the system.

It was a sad day when I finally came to understand what had happened. I grieved, I puked, and I stopped talking.

I learned that Katherine or Kat as I used to call her was pregnant when she was killed, and it tore me to pieces that someone could do something so evil.

As far as I knew she was a good person, she volunteered at the homeless shelter, she loved kids and animals, she recycled, and she was too young to die.

Katherine Pierce was 18 when her life was taken from her at the hands of a mad man. She was still in high school and had her future ahead of her, granted with a baby.

The cops deduced that she didn't know her killer, although I beg to differ. When I was able to understand what had happened, I remembered the man knew her name, she begged him for her life. Katherine Pierce had known her killer.

I never told anyone what I knew. I didn't want Katherine to be dragged through the mud, she was already dead and nothing would bring her back.

After her death, I stopped talking to anyone and everyone. My mother god bless her soul took me to see a child psychologist, that didn't do any good. I still wouldn't speak to anyone, including my family. I haven't spoken to anyone in over 10 years. I can't and I won't.

No one understands how hard it was and is to be a lead witness in this case. Katherine Pierce was well-known, although not liked by everyone she was still the Mayor's daughter and that made all the difference.

Mayor James Pierce was a force to be reckoned with. He helped Mystic Falls strive in its time of need. He supplied public works projects for citizens who needed jobs and that helped the economy of our small town very much.

Mayor Pierce is still loved today even though he's no longer the mayor. After Katherine's death he resigned and the citizens of Mystic Falls reelected a new mayor, Mayor Richard Lockwood.

Although, Mayor Lockwood isn't as loved and respected as Mayor Pierce had been, he still does his job and is a decent mayor. The only reason he won though is because he owns more than half of Mystic Falls. If he didn't I highly doubt he would've even stood a chance in the elections.

Enough about Mystic Falls politics, I stopped speaking out of fear. Fear for myself and my family. If I ever said anything about Katherine knowing her killer that'd be one more lead in the direction of finding her killer. As much as I want that for her, I don't want that for myself or my family.

The guy who murdered Katherine didn't just pop her one on the street; he murdered her in my home. He took away my security and the security of my family. He picked our lock and broke into our home where he raped and murdered the Mayor's daughter who was babysitting a seven year old, who was me.

I know what you are thinking, I'm paranoid, I thought so too, until I received a printed up piece of paper that made me believe otherwise. I received it the day after she was already gone.

I know who you are. I know where you live. If I got to her what makes you think I can't get to you too?

The cops tried to find out where it came from, but they never could. There were no prints, no return address, and no leads to go off of.

Needless to say I kept my mouth shut.

I had learned sign language to communicate with my family and used dry erase boards, pen and paper, and text to communicate with my teachers and friends.

I was done talking and I still am. I have no desire to say anything to anyone.

No desire at all.

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I start getting ready for another day of hell. I fucking hate school. I'm just sick and tired of everything.

More than that, I am sick and tired. Sick and tired of high school, sick and tired of home, sick and tired of Mystic Falls, and sick and tired in general.

Welcome to my hell.

It's been 2 months since my junior year started and two months since the devil started rearing his ugly head. I've been teased, ridiculed, and jumped more than half the amount of time I've actually been in school.

High school students are bullies; don't let anyone ever tell you differently, because it would be a lie.

Sure there is an occasional ally here and Good Samaritan there, but most of them are all the same. Most of them are bullies or bystanders, and even worse than that are bullies who are peer pressured into being bullies.

I should know my former best friend is a testament to that.

How do I even begin to describe my former good friend Enzo?

We grew up together, and well things became tense when I stopped speaking. We still communicated, but differently than how we used to. It was a true test of friendship, one that he failed. We were good up until freshman year and that's when things took a turn for worse.

It was fucking unbearable. I was as alone as you could get. The only other person I had was my brother who was still a middle schooler, but things got better last year, or so I thought. Later, Stefan and I got separated by lunch waves and classes and after school activities galore.

Stefan joined football and other sports that I could care less about and I decided to join the school paper as it's the only real way I'll have a voice in this school. Other male students and rebel types don't seem to understand that or care to, so they mess with me by sending threatening notes, and make fun of me amongst themselves. It was pathetic.

I was in my own personal hell and I still am, but not for the same reasons.

Back to Enzo, he made a few buddies freshman year, he wanted to appear tough so he wouldn't get beaten on, but instead he was pressured into beating on me. It was him or me, take a guess what he chose.

Enzo began hanging out with Connor Jordan and his group of misfit bullies.

Before Enzo completely dumped me on my ass freshman year, he told me Connor told him that they called themselves 'The Hunters' because they preyed on the weak and only when the weak begged for death did they strike for the kill. When I heard that, I knew something was seriously messed up with Connor and 'The Hunters', but Enzo didn't care he wanted in. He had explained to me it was like the concept of kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, beat or be beaten.

It's safe to say that I didn't agree with his logic.

Things changed the following week, he'd joined their 'crew' and his first test was to beat on me, at first he'd tried to get out of it, but then they gave him an ultimatum: him or me. With that said he made his choice and kicked my ass after school leaving me with a black eye, bruised ribs, and a busted lip.

My mother was not pleased, and my father was sorely disappointed. He was embarrassed to have a weakling for a son.

But I am not weak. I was that day because I chose not to fight back. But from now on I was never going to be susceptible to that again.

I've only been jumped a few times since freshman year, freshies and sophomores want to take a crack at the mute to get in with the 'The Hunters' whose membership grows every year. Connor Jordan may be gone, but 'The Hunters' are not. I don't let that get to me though; I always come out on top and hold my own.

Enzo is in charge of 'The Hunters' this year since Connor gave him his position before he left for college. I am actually quite lucky that it's Enzo and not some other douche that's in charge because now no one messes with me, and I know I owe that to him. Not that I'd ever admit it out loud. He still chose them over me and that is not something I would ever forget.

I could handle when others teased me for not talking because they didn't know why, but he did so it hurt on a different level when he joined in on the teasing.

I just hope 'The Hunters' ends with Enzo. The only way it won't is if he finds a successor, someone he wants to replace him, like Connor chose him.

The school board knows about 'The Hunters 'and has tried to end it, but it's no use, there is no proof that it even exists. Everyone knows it exists but anyone who comes forward knows there is a price to pay, and that's why no one does.

No one ever does.

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