Lonely Whispers and Silent Cries.

April 16, 2001 6:45 a.m

I woke up a little before my scheduled hour.

Looking over to the bed on my left I saw the figure still sleep.

I shook my head when I walked towards the bathroom in my room.

Jumping in the shower, I stood there thinking. Especially since my freedom from this place isn’t far away.

I came outside of the bathroom, and saw her sitting in her bed, which was already made.

“Um hi,” I said standing there in a towel around my waist.

She didn’t say anything except for nodding. Well I’m guessing she nodded, her face was covered by her hood.

I grabbed some clothes from my drawers and took them back to the bathroom.

Once, outside of the bathroom, I noticed my bed was made too.

“Did you do that?” I asked her.

She nodded her head a little harder this time.

I was about to ask another question when she dived into her bags on the floor.

She pulled out a dry erase board with a marker and scribbled some words on it.

I read the board.

“I don’t speak anymore; I use the dry erase board.” It said.

I looked at her puzzled.

“Why,” I asked.

She scribbled again and turned it towards me.

“Because something awful happened,” It said.

I wanted so much to press it and find more, but I heard the bells ringing.

Signaling that breakfast was about to start.