Chapter One

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"Silence, my child. Silence is such a powerful thing. I hope you understand." a raspy breath told me. The last words of my grandpa as he lay there on the hospital bed, eyes dull, hand lifeless. I gripped him firmly, pressing on his arm, hoping anything, ANYTHING, would bring him back.

The room was still. Silent. A silence so powerful, it made me stop and realise that Grandpa was not coming back. So I sat and cried as the silence continued on. The sun was setting painting the sky red, pink and yellow.

I could feel the last rays of sun as they tinged the room a bright golden before setting. The night scrambles in dressed in a silly silver. The room became the gown of the moon as she pranced onto the darkening sky.

To be honest, although I deeply loved my Grandpa, I couldn't believe how no one was coming to get him. He had died and no one noticed.

Strangely, as my thoughts filled me, I hadn't noticed the silence still lingering and all the statue-like bodies that stood outside. All frozen. It was only me. The silence. And my silent grandpa.

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BEEP. BEEP.It was that dream again. A dream that I would never forget. That was back when I was five. Now I'm fithteen and starting high school. It is scary. I was bullied in my middle school for being a freak. What happens if I get bullied again? I sit up in my room, the same one I had since birth. Purple walls and princesses stuck on one side. A window with lovely silk curtains. Stuffed animals everywhere. Jumping off my bed, I fought my way through the toys and put on my jeans and t-shirt. Rushing down, I quickly grabbed a pic of toast and pecked my mother's cheek.

"Have a good day!" She called, her voice sweet yet tired.

"I will" I yelled back as I ran into the street, down the road and towards my school.

Just as I was about to step inside, I saw someone walk in. My legs shook.

NOT HER. WHY HERE?