AN: Well here's the third chapter. Once again Hope you like it. R&R so I know if you liked it or not. blah blah. No this is not a real book It's all my idea and my characters. If there's something similar on the market it's not mine.

I felt the deep sting in the back of my head again,

convincing me that I was still alive. I slowly pushed

myself off the ground and then presed my legs against my

chest holding them with my arms. I somewhat relieved the

pains. I rested my head against my knees. On my side was

the river that I had wanted to jump in. My clothes were all

dry except for part of my upper back which felt cold and

damp. I reached to feel my wound but instead I felt a wide

plaster. I knew I didn't put that there. I looked around as

far as I could turn my head whithout my neck hurting. There

was noone there. "I'm here." A low but soft voice came from

behind me. The voice shocked me and made me gasp a little.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, they're gone." The voice

said getting closer to me. A black haired boy a little

older than himself came in my sight. He was tall and thin

but still looked strong. I couldn't keep my eyes off him.

He looked threatening but his face had a soft expression.

He kneeled down beside me and asked. "How's your head? Do

you feel dizzy?" He looked at me carefuly probably trying

to figure it out by my expression. I opened my mouth and

tried to talk but then I remembered that I couldn't. And I

gave him a sorry look. The boy looked me in the eyes and

shook his head. "You can't talk can you?" I bit my lip and

shook my head slowly. I dropped my head back on my knees.

"Were you born like this?" He asked. His voice sounded a

little concerned. I shook my head again. There was short

silence. "I'm really sorry." I heard him say quietly in the

same way that my broother used to apologize after eveytime

I got hurt. Eventhough he saved me everytime. I missed Him

so much the deep saddness that was always deep in me

surfaced and forced tearsout of my eyes. I tried not to cry

but it was no use. I was already weeping with my head

buried in my arms. "Hey, what's wrong?" I heard the boys

soft voiceask me in the same concerned voice. I couldn't

respond to that and the tears just kept flowing down my

cheeks. I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders and pulling

me towards him. My Heart skipped a beat as I suddelny

realized that he was the only one who had treated me like

thins. For the first time in almost a year in pain and

sadness I felt confort and caring. He slowly rubbed my arm

as I wept against him. A new feeling came to me one that I

couldn't explain. One that I've never felt before.