A dark figure slowly approaches. Coming into view the moonlight shows the brown pelt of
young looking plumerian. He looks to your confused face and tilts his head slowly. He makes
an "x" with his fingers symbolizing something. Noticing the still confused look on your face he
crouches down to the ground and uses a finger to write the word "MUTE" in the dirt. Seeing
the confusion slightly fade he smiles and writes "I'M
SORA" in the dirt.
His voice breaks the silence. It sounds like he's hasn't spoken in years… He's quiet, but
audible, voice barely a whisper that cracks every few words… Taking a breath he begins;
"To sum up my childhood, the best way to explain it would be with the words 'lonely' and
'runaway'. I could never stay in any of those homes, and yet I was always taken back. I made
some amazing friends, but it always ended…
Back then I wasn't mute, though I was shy beyond comparison. Every time I was escorted to
a new home the same events occurred. I made a small group of friends and every time those
friends became enemies, and the group disbanded. All over a petty argument, or just flat out
words. I began to think about the pain I myself could have caused. As my mind wandered
back, I realized I was just as much at fault as they were. I wanted to see how often this
occurred and with that I went out into the inner city daily, to study the actions of everyone
there.
It happened every time and I saw the pain of each person, the weeping of the attacked, and I
couldn't handle it. Words brought so much pain, they ruined the most beautiful of things…
Friendships burned, relationships ended. Everything. Talking behind each other's backs, judging
the smallest of mistakes, humans just being human. The moment when I came to realize the
truth a small green petal blew across my path. Upon falling at my feet I picked it up and
examined it, whatever was left of my smile quickly turned. The petal was ripped and broken,
not much of it's original beauty left. Suddenly a tear crawled down his cheek. I had hurt so
many with my useless words, many had hurt me with the same things… What if there were no
words, no pain…? I vowed from then on the stay quiet, it might not be much but I'll save a few
in the future. No more pain caused by me…"
"From everything you know about me so far, I've left out one big detail… Whether you believe me
or not is up to you, but I speak the truth. Every friend and friend group I've had has ended the
exact same way… Because of me…
"They say it's a figment of my imagination, stupid, just an excuse for my actions… It's not!"
Shaking his head he goes on;
"Let me start from the beginning. It all happened as soon as I was born,
something was
just there, with
me. I had yet to even fathom what this was and how it would later ruin my
life. As I grew older I came to learn that a spirit had twined my my own, more or less haunting
me. She, the demon, tried many times to get through to me… And I never listened. Worried, my
guardians took me in to find out just what my
issue was. I was told she was all part of my
imagination and to just
stop. As a year or so passed she never seised to try to get
through to me, and after giving up she decided to just ruin my life. I was disowned, abandoned.
Any friend I had were quickly driven away, all from her. She could just take over me, make me
say things I would never dream of uttering, and every time it ruined any friendship I had. I was
so alone. And it only got worse, she tried to get me to commit deadly acts to end my own life. I
don't know how, but I always seemed to snap out of it moments before it was over for me.
Try and try as I might I just wanted a companion,
someone so I wouldn't feel so alone.
But every time she ruined it… I finally came to the conclusion that if I never spoke I wouldn't
ruin anything I had. This didn't change anything. She'd take control of me, make me speak.
Finally to
try and make it stop I tied my muzzle, that was finally the factor that made it
better. To this day I very seldom speak, and even though I can't hurt anyone anymore I still
can't get a single person to like me… My past leaves everyone despising me, all the past
things
she said… It's just too late…
"
Enough about me! Just leave already! I'm done speaking to you!"
Immediately covering his mouth tears begin to form at his eyes. As quickly as he can
Sora grabs the dreamcatcher sitting on the ground. He takes the string it hangs by and tightly wraps
and ties it around his muzzle.
He looks back up at you with pitiful eyes. He then turns and walks towards the forest, looking
back for a minute, then deciding he thinks you no longer want to see him he walks back into
dark in which he came…
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