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I Don't Speak
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"There she goes again..." I heard someone say.

"How come she doesn't talk anymore?" I heard another.

"I think I remembered something happened back in junior high."

"She use to be so much fun and loud before..."

"Yeah... a great dancer and singer too," someone replied.

Just get to class... don't say anything... I thought.

I know everyone never hears me talk anymore, some know my motives and reasons... others don't. I hurried into class and was the first one there, great... now everyone will come in and some will try to get some answers. Like I wanna talk. Do you know what happened the last times I opened my mouth!? It's always terrible.

I watched as the students came in. I sighed when I watched the Allies, the Axis, and some of the Awesome trio pile into the classroom at once.

"Class we are now switching seats today," our teacher said as she walked into the room.

I heard groans and cheers through the classroom. Mrs. (teacher's name) sat at her seat and pointed to the places the student should go. I felt bad for a few of the high schoolers that were in my class. Elizabeta has to deal with Gilbert, who she sat with now. But then there were good ones like the Axis group sitting all together.

I waited in my seat, away from everyone. I sat alone because it was the back corner and I once had someone beside me but not anymore. I was the last one to be arranged a seat and sighed from what the teacher said,

"_____  _____, please sit beside Alfred please."

My (e/c) eyes widened, my seat gone! I was forced to sit beside the loud blonde American. I didn't want to, I heard what people say about him. He's going to try to make me talk... oh (whatever you believe in) please help me!? Not that I didn't like him, oh no I actually have a huge crush on him. But I don't think I could ever tell him, look at me? I have a phobia of talking. I am scared to talk, to anyone. I picked up my things and settled them at the desk beside him. Currently he was talking to the Dane, Mathias and Gilbert who was the German Albino I mentioned. Yeah... Gilbert was sitting in front of us and Mathias sat behind so.... I feel like the teacher just loved to make me and my life miserable.

"Hey dudette!" Alfred greeted me.

I bit my lip and signed a hello in sign-language. Yeah, I took it for basic ones last year and I'm still learning. I looked to see a very confused American blonde.

"Uh can you write it on paper?" he asked.

I nodded and wrote, hi.

"So you don't talk?" he asked.

no I answered.

"Why not? Heard you use to talk a lot and were a great singer."

Yeah WERE. I replied, Its just something, you wouldn't understand

"Oh... maybe the hero can help ya!" he proclaimed.

I frowned, No.

He looked at me with a sad face.

"Why not?"

Because... I said then the teacher started class.



Soon lunch rolled in. I hurried into the small practice room in the music room. They had these small rooms for people that were sound proof to practice. Since no one was there I left the door open. I liked it here, no one to disturb me. No one to talk to. Why? Because of what happened last year.

I use to be loud and fun and everyone was happy to hear me talk to them and I loved to cheer everyone up on cold blizzard days that I'd let them hear me sing. Though it kinda changed when some girls told me I was too loud and talkative and when I looked back when I talked, I could see I ended up messing things up. I got people angry, sad, and many things. I was so scared to talk again. I'm scared to mess up if I opened my mouth to say something... to anyone.

Though I'm not afraid of opening my mouth to sing, that is something I love to do. Its something calming. I looked around to see if anyone was there but all I heard was silence. Good. I don't like singing in public. I am just a wall flower. I took a deep breath and started to sing,

"Oh no, did I get too close?
Oh, did I almost see what's really on the inside?
All your insecurities
All the dirty laundry
Never made me blink one time

Unconditional, unconditionally
I will love you unconditionally
There is no fear now
Let go and just be free
I will love you unconditionally

Come just as you are to me
Don't need apologies
Know that you are worthy
I'll take your bad days with your good
Walk through the storm I would
I do it all because I love you, I love you," I sang with feeling I had in my body, bottled up for so long.

"Unconditional, unconditionally
I will love you unconditionally
There is no fear now
Let go and just be free
I will love you unconditionally

So open up your heart and just let it begin
Open up your heart and just let it begin
Open up your heart and just let it begin
Open up your heart," I continued, feeling tears roll down.

"Acceptance is the key to be
To be truly free
Will you do the same for me?

Unconditional, unconditionally
I will love you unconditionally
And there is no fear now
Let go and just be free
'Cause I will love you unconditionally (oh yeah)
I will love you (unconditionally)
I will love you
I will love you unconditionally," I sang giving my all I had in my voice and now my feelings were out stronger than ever.

I heard clapping from the door and turned to see Alfred standing there with a wide smile on his face.

"Dudette! I didn't know you sang that well!" he exclaimed as he walked in, "sure I heard people say you were good but that was amazing! How come you don't sing in public?"

Because I don't WANT to sing in public anymore. I wrote on a loose-leaf.

His ocean orbs looked at me, "who come?"

McKayla... I wrote.

"McKayla...?" he asked confused.

Right, she doesn't go to this school... but she was the one to get me to stop talking...

He looked at me full on concern in his eyes.

"Oh sorry, look I'm going to be your hero anyways."

What!?

"Yeah! She doesn't go to this school so why does that have to stop you from talking?" he asked.

Because I'm scared...

"Of what? Talking? _____, you're a great singer how can you mess up talking?" he asked.

I said some wrong things in the past...

"Well that's the past!" he said, seriously.

I looked at him. I never seen this happy American like this before.

"I could help you ____, I want to be your hero because I love you..." he said shyly.

Wait what!? H-he liked me? No, he loved me. My eyes widened, my heart started beating faster than I could count.

"I want to help you ____ we could tell a teacher about your phobia, maybe the Student councillor can help," he told me.

I smiled and walked over to him. I looked at him then kissed his cheek. I could see him blush, I smiled trying not to laugh but signed "Thank you." to him.

"You're welcome babe," he replied.













Epilogue:
So I finally managed to start talking again, to Alfred only anyway. Hey, these things take time. So we were on a date at the mall with his friends which was fine by me if Alfred didn't let them know about the phobia so much.

"So how did you get the frau to talk to you?" Gilbert asked as we sat in the food court.

"Yeah bro, how'd you do it?" Mathias asked.

I sipped my (fav fruit) smoothie and looked at Al who just gave a goofy grin.

"The hero never reveals his secrets dude," he replied.

I rolled my eyes and leaned to him.

"Isn't that for magicians Alfred?" I whispered to him.

"Yeah so? I'm the best hero ever!" he proclaimed.

"What about Captain America or Superman?" I asked him, smirking.

"Yeah ok you have a point there."

The two boys looked at us and we just laughed.

"Hey come on, we gotta go," Alfred said.

We nodded and we got out of our seats. I held my hand with Alfred, intertwining them.

"Thanks for being my hero."

"Anytime, babe, anytime."