I nodded. "Okay.." I whispered. We went to the clinic to see if something was wrong with me.
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I nodded. "Okay.." I whispered. We went to the clinic to see if something was wrong with me.
I waited in the waiting room, wondering if they found anything wrong.. I hope they didnt.. but if they did, I hoped that it would be fixed..
I walked out and sat with him as the doctor came. "You can bear children but you must be more careful. You miscarry because you stress. You have to sleep more and eat right and next time come to the doctor once every three weeks."
I held her hand as he talked, then I looked over at her. So.. if we were to try again, everything must be stress free, and I would make sure of it. I sloely kissed the back of her hand. "Thank you doctor."
We got up and left. "Well.. I'm glad nothing iswrong with me..." I said softly.
Before we got in the car, I pulled her close by her waist, and kissed her gently. "Im glad too.." I said, and slowly opened the door for her, and I then got in on my side, and started the engine.
I buckled up my seatbelt then I looked out the window. "So I did kill Liam after all.. I let myself be stressed..."
I looked over at her, and I shook my head. "No.. Dont say that.. please..." I said, and leaned back in my seat.
I sighed shakily and I wiped the tears from my eyes. "Sorry.."
I hated seeing her so broken.. we were happy, and.. now we are sad again. The drive home was quiet and the atmosphere was a little tense. When we were inside, I sat on the couch. "Dont be stressed.. we.. were doing good.."
I nodded and sat next to him. "You're right..." I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks.
I pulled her close to me, and then onto my lap, I wrapped my arms around her softly and hugged her, my face softly pressing against her neck. "Babe.. I love you.." I said softly.
I closed my eyes and cuddled him gently. "I love you too Paxton.." I whispered, wiping my tears.
I looked into her eyes, and kissed her cheek. "Hey.. whats wrong?" I asked, and I rubbed her sides gently.I
I shook my head and kissed his forehead. "Nothing. I love you, okay?" I whispered, leaning in to kiss him deeply.
William "Liam" Johnson
17
He's not spoken a word since his parents death. He now lives with his grandmother, who has been diagnosed with cancer. He is always hurting, but never shows it and sort of just hides it.. By being mute. He gets teased for it, now known as the "silent freak"
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Annabelle Johnson
16 1/2
She got bullied in her last school so she moved out of the state, to start over and not to make the same mistakes. She's open minded and really kind to people she likes. When she first meets people she's kind of sarcastic. She lives with her dad and her older brother, Richard.
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It was a month into the school year, of being a senior. The last year of this hell I could handle. I walked down the hall, looking down, not really wanting to look at anyone. I was just in my world. Then I was pushed violently into the lockers. "Freak.." All of my stuff fell onto the floor, papers everywhere. "Shit.." I mouthed. I began to pick my stuff up, ignoring the rest of the guys hateful words.
I was walking down the hallway with a bag over my shoulder and my notebook in my arms as I looked at my schedule. This new school is so big.. And the people here are strange.. I felt something hit my leg and I turned around to yell at someone, but it was just a book that hit me and papers were flying. I looked down at the boy frantically trying to get his things together. "Here... Let me help you.." I told him, bending down to help him pick up his things.
I looked up at the girl who was helping me. I froze for a moment. Did I just see an angel? I then continued to pick my things up and I then mouthed, "Thank you.." Someone came up behind her and laughed. "Helping the silent freak I see? Come hang with us.. He's weird, never talks..." I glared at him, then just walked on by. No one ever wanted to really be around me because of him..
I glared up at the boy. "That's really mean. I don't think not talking qualifies being a freak." I told him, before turning to follow the boy. I caught up to him and smiled gently at him. "Hi, I'm Annabelle Johnson. Are you okay?" I asked.
I looked up, a bit surprised she followed me, and didn't go off with him. "Liam..." I mouthed, hoping she read lips well. She was in all but one of my classes, but I was always in the back, never really noticed. Then I nodded, I was fine, probably just a bruise on my back. I was used to those.
"Liam?" I asked, smiling where he nodded in confirmation. "I like that. So Liam... Are you mute by diagnoses or mute by choice?" I asked, glancing at him. When I saw the look on his face I frowned and shook my head. "I'm sorry.. I don't mean to pry.. I'm just curious."
I sighed when she asked that, and I shrugged. "By Choice.." I mouthed and I then walked into our first class. I sat down, and grinned as she sat by me. I got a peice of paper out and handed it to her, for passing notes. Easier to talk.
I smiled slightly and grabbed my pen from my bag, holding the cap in between my teeth as I wrote. So.. What made you want to be mute? If you don't mind me asking. I wrote. I passed it to him and pretended I was listening to the teacher. I shook my head when she asked if I wanted to introduce myself.
I looked at the paper, then back at her. I wrote ; I.. Just stopped talking after my parents died.. I then slid it over to her. She was the first person at this school to be as nice to me as she was. Ill try to not get used to it though..