HIS LOVE BEYOND WORDS

I tried to hold on as I saw the ground move closer and closer to my face as if in slow motion, but my arms had become useless, and then a sickening crackle stirred in the air. I hissed, an animalistic sound escaping my lips as a jolt of pain shifted from my outer core to my insides; I desperately wanted to fight back - but I knew that would draw too much attention to my body. So I lay down, as I had so many times before, and a group of girls surrounded me with disgusting smiles on their faces. They all hated retards, they said - they all hated me. And though I hated them too, I didn't lift a finger against them. I knew I shouldn't. So I didn't.A kick to my ribs sent a scream over my bleeding lips, and my watery eyes widened as I tried to escape the pain. My thoughts, though battered, were clear as day. I had either ripped open the earlier wounds or they were swelling again. My head ached, and I silently wondered if there was a sedative lying around somewhere that I could take to keep

My sister had to do and give a lot so that I could see on her sweet face that satisfied and proud smile that meant only one thing: I was accepted into this school. I smile smugly, not that I dislike in the least the fact that my sister managed to find this place for me and thus protect me from my bullies because what my sister does for me is invaluable and I cannot thank her enough. No, what saddens me is the sacrifices she is willing to make for me. I do not mean to insult her efforts, no, it touches me and makes me happy, but the worry is that it makes me feel remorse. My poor sister, who is so young and beautiful because of me, can not take advantage of her youth, she can not even have fun with her friends...if she even has time for that, she can not afford the clothes she likes, and at almost 28 she has not had a real romantic relationship. She tells me she is happy to take care of me, but it does not make me happy to see my sister so lonely and so unappreciated. She fights for

I thought that when students arrived at school, they were all wearing serious expressions. Many kids were gathered in the yard, smiling and joking cheerfully. I felt a little envious of them since I saw myself one day being surrounded by friends with whom to joke around and discuss various topics. In any case, that is not the current issue. My hand begins to feel pressure, and when I look up, I see my big sister pressing her hand firmly against her chest. She simply reassured me the entire time, but based on the expression on her face, I believe she is the one who is most concerned out of the two of us. She must be thinking that I wouldn't feel out of place in this bourgeois setting because all of the students at this institution appear to be so affluent and prominent. Nevertheless, even though I was in my former high school with my buddies, I never felt like I belonged there. Because of this, I much prefer being here, at least for the time being, especially because I have a positive

Throughout the lesson, the teacher avoided asking me questions or referring to me. It was normal in fact, but at one point I admit, when there were questions he was asking and no one seemed able or wanting to answer, I found myself wanting to raise my hand to do so before remembering that it would be useless.I felt really good in this class compared to my old one where the classes were such an oppressive prison, I couldn't open my mouth. It was bare if I made a sound of breathing so to be noticed in class was never out of life. The girls behind me were going to throw a book at my head and the teacher was going to act like he didn't see anything; so I tried not to be noticed.But here everything is so different, I feel comfortable and even if there is a bit of marginalization it doesn't hurt me because it's quite normal. I'm not a normal student – ​​even if I would have liked to be. It is my desperate need to be included in the group that probably gives me this feeling of rejection.Th

I'm getting my things ready for the next day. I've never felt so excited about going to school and I still can't believe this is happening to me. I'm living a daydream. Summarily, I arrived in a school where even if they know that I am mute they do not try to punish me for a fate for which I am not even responsible. I exchanged with comrades, and I was applauded by my acquaintances and anyone other than my sister worried about me. I think I have passed a great milestone in my life. I hear my door click and my sister comes in with a mug of hot milk in her hand. "It's almost 10 pm. You should go to bed because tomorrow you're going to have to get up very early… you know with everything that's happened I haven't been able to go to work lately I feel like my boss is going to sting me with one of those crises so tomorrow I'm going out early… but don't worry your lunch will be ready the same evening I couldn't pick you up…do you think you'll be ok? »I nod, and she smiles at me. "Okay I'