She Talked To Much.

she cherished talking, she’d talk everyday, talk to her mom, her dad, her sister. she’d Always be chatting. Then she met him, she liked the way his hair flew with the wind, His Enticing velvety voice. she relished when he whispered in her ear his warm breath on the shell of her ear. Every time he did that she’d become Silent, hanging on every word he said. begging her heart to feel something. She’d always hang on to every tempting word he’d say.

she’d prattle on and on to him, she’d text him, call him, go to his house all to tell him the latest gossip. but one thing that she never got was that He’d tell her he loved her.

they’d been dating only 4 months so she’d never say it back it always seemed so fake, too...impossible.

Then that one Autumn day he told her ”You talk too much” she didn’t feel anything no heartbreak, no tears. Everyone always told her she talked to much but they weren’t like he was. but he looked her in the eyes and told her she talked to much. that was the end of a one year relationship.

so she stopped talking, she’d wake up and her mother would say “Good Morning” but she never said it back. she could see her mothers face twist in concern. but she’d give a shy smile and hide behind her hair. everyone expected her to talk within the week. there was no way she could stay quiet that long right?

Wrong.

It was 3 weeks later and she still hadn’t said anything, her mom took her to the doctor, her dad took her on rides. her sister told her she was glad she stopped talking. she didn’t know her sister was using reverse psychology trying to get her to fight back. It didn’t work, if anything she sunk further into her depression. her mother had beautiful blonde hair and green eyes, her dad had brown hair and brown eyes. She took after her mother her sister has her moms hair and her dads eyes.

She always hated looking in the mirror, why she didn't know. but it always seemed so draining every time, it made a feeling bubble up in her, she never knew what it was until now. Hatred. She missed when she was a kid, when everything was simple now she was the blonde bimbo who cheated on her boyfriend. He wanted her she didn't want him. simple right? No. he had to go spread lies about her because he couldn't get what he wanted.

February, 23, 2018 was the day she first came home with bruises. she'd worn a short sleeve white shirt and some black jeans. What a mistake that was. Kicking, slapping, shoved into lockers. She got shoved into an open locker and something stabbed her in her side. luckily a teacher stopped the boys and she continued on with class. sitting through 3rd period, 4 period, and 5th period with blood slowly soaking through her shirt. when the bell rang the last time for the weekend she pulled on her black jacket and zipped it up, she was freezing. always freezing, always so cold.

she walked home practicality shivering in the 75 degree heat. She knew the bruises would be horribly dark already, it had been nearly 5 hours since it happened. she walked into the coldness that was her home and stripped off her jacket. when she finished she heard the familiar deep voice of her father behind her. "What the hell are those?!" He growled roughly snatching her arm and examning her bruises. "David?" She heard her mothers enchanting voice call out. "WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING?!" her mothers usually enchanting voice yelled her sock padded feet thumping against the hardwood floor. "WHAT" she just hid her face behind her hair and bit her lip to stop the flood of tears 'So caring for someone so undeserving' she thought in her head. The next thing she knew she was in the back of her dads car and on the way to the hospital. now she's scared would they know she hand't been eating? would they know whats been happening at school?

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