AN: Wow! You guys are awesome! Thank you so much for your support on the story I'm glad you are all enjoying this. This was SUPPOSED to be in Cuddles' Point of view...whoops, but anyway I hope you all enjoy this next chapter. ^^

Chapter 3: Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

It seemed like a very long while before Cuddles let me go. I felt my face heating, he has a girlfriend; I shouldn't be thinking like this! Yet I was, and had not the slightest idea why. We looked at each other, his eyes soft as a sunflower, rested upon my violet eyes. I couln't help the thoughts swirling in my head, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Well Mime," he said in a soft hush, "get better soon. I'll see you later, okay?"

As he left, I put out my hand to stop him; I wasn't able to stop him. I didn't want to anymore. He had his problems to take care of, so did I. My body ached, but not because of my shoulder; my heart was causing the aching inside of me. I still didn't understand what this feeling was. I looked up to see the nurse, she was giving me a soft, sad smile.

"Mime," the kind nurse started, "I think you're falling for him." I gave her a confused look. "You're falling in love with him, at least I think that's what the term for it is."

Me? In love with Cuddles? A GUY! More to the point, he has a GIRLFRIEND! I cannot, no, WILL NOT accept the fact I am in love with him. That can't be it...can it?

I went home after school, walking in the house. My mother looked over at me, with a sad smile but her equally bright violet eyes were filled with concern. She went up to me, laying a hug on me. "My poor baby!" She cried, I could feel her tears as they landed on my shirt. "Are you okay? I swear, this has been getting worse everyday! I should just pull you out of that horrid place."

I shook my head, giving her hand gestures saying: "don't do that! I'll be fine, I promise". My mother caught on, she gave me one final hug and sent me up to my room to rest. She said father would be home soon. Just another day of pain and regret I suppose. I looked out the window hoping tomorrow would be a better day than today. Then again, I doubt it. Now that I think of it, it never has; no matter how much I asked God to make it better.

My father came home after, I could hear him and my mother discussing the details of what happened to me. I didn't hear much but I did hear plenty.

"He was bullied again dear...did you tell him to take a lea...yes I di...and he...yes he decli...he's so stubbor...yes dear, our son is very...I shall talk to him...okay, good luck."

He walked into my room, taking a seat on my bed. "Son," he tried to say calmly, "I want you to know that my mother and I are only concerned for your well being right?" I nodded. "Then why be so stubborn? Nothing wrong with protecting yourself, even if it means leaving."

I shook my head again and began frantically making hand gestures to tell him. Tell him I didn't want to leave the school or Cuddles' side. He didn't listen to me though, he just stood up and looked at me like I didn't know what I was talking about.

"Son, I am going to look for houses. If your mother and I find the right one, we'll move a month after we find it." With that he left my room.

'MOVING!?' I thought in question to myself. 'I can't leave! If I do, who knows what'll happen. Especially to Cuddles...what'll become of him...what of me?' All the questions, they circled my head. I fell over in a small tomb of throbbing headaches, as I clutched my head. My face becoming tear stained, I wanted to scream; I knew no one would hear me though.

I ran downstairs in a huff of both fury and sadness. My mother had just finished cooking, father was reading his book To Kill a Mocking Bird by Harper Lee. Mother looked over at me, wondering what was wrong. I made hand gestures to explain if we left then I would be sadder than when we started living here. Father gave me a look of disbelief, his eyebrows curved in both surpirse and anger.

He said to me: "This move will be the best thing to happen to you and this family. We are only looking out for your safety son."

I wanted to yell at him, I just wanted to yell: "YOU ARE LOOKING OUT FOR WHAT YOU THINK IS BEST YOU'RE NOT LETTING ME HAVE A DECISION ON THIS MATTER!" However, I knew he would never let me. No matter how much I fought him about this.

After dinner, I ran up to my room. Quickly slamming the door and sliding down its cold wooden surface. I began to silently sob. No matter how much I wanted to speak, I could only do so by writing things down and making sign language. Oh how I despised who and how I was. I loathed it, Splendont could take advantage of me, my ideas would never be heard, I would never be able to express my feelings. To top it all off, I can hardly get a job that wouldn't involve speaking. I hated myself and I wished the pain would just go away.

I crawled into my bed, looking up at the stars. Once again, hoping for a better day tomorrow than what today was.

Then again...it was only wishful thinking.