Silence Is The Past

When we got there Miss Lumba wasn't in so we had a subsitute teacher instead, I waved at the sub and she smiled back, Mr Smith waved and she smiled at him and then we sat down, he still had hold of my hand,

"Oh I'm sorry still got hold of your hand" he said suddenly noticing it,

I smiled and giggled a little, he smiled back and let go of my hand slowly, a rush of energy ran through me and I quickly grabbed his hand again, he looked at me shocked and then smiled,

"You want me to hold your hand?" he asked,

I nodded and then turned to the front of the class, my cheeks were getting a nice red colour as I started blushing for my actions, I heard Mr Smith giggling and then he squeezed my hand a little, I turned to face him and he smiled,

"You blush alot don't you?"

I looked towards the floor and let my hair fall over my face so he couldn't see me blushing even more, he giggled again and it made my hand move a little,

"It's ok, and dont hide your face even if you are blushing" he was such a nice guy,

I looked up a little so he could see me face just through all of my hair and I smiled a small smile, he smiled back and then I looked, brushed my hair out of my face and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, I dont know what was going through my head but what ever I was doing I was doing it now, I scribbled down on the piece of paper still holding Mr Smiths hand tight and then stopped, I handed him the piece of paper and then looked away from him, he sat there reading what ever I had written and then made me look at him,

"I'm so sorry"

what had I written?, I looked at the piece of paper and I had told him why I couldn't speak, I scanned through it and read it in my mind,

'I can't speak as I watched something horrible happen a long while ago, I was about 4 years old and I was in my room playing with my teddies then all of a sudden I heard a bang from downstairs, I had stopped playing and gone downstairs, I walked slowly into the kitchen andsaw my mum laying on the floor with a pool of blood around her head she was dead, I looked up and saw that my dad was holding a knife and had an evil look in his eye, I didn't know what happened but the loud bang must have been my mum falling to the floor, my dad looked at me suddenly his face changed and it was scared, I called out his name and stumbled forward towards him, he stepped back away from me and then pieced the knife through his chest and flopped onto the floor'

all of a sudden I started crying, everyone in the class turned to watch me and Mr Smith leant in and hugged me tight, all the memories rushing back like a bullet being fired, each bullet a memory being fired into my head strong and hard, I looked up at Mr Smith tears rolling down my eyes and then I did something I didn't think I would ever do again I spoke slightly,

"H..el..p"

he looked at me shocked ad then held me tighter, everyone gasped as I had said something and then started muttering, the sub teacher waved to mr Smith to take me outside so he stood up and my legs didn't straighten so I fell to the floor, Mr Smith rushed to my side, my head in my hand with the pain of all the memories rushing back, I then felt myself being lifted up like a man does to the bride after a wedding and he walked me quickly out the classroom and towards the first aid room.
When we got there I was layed down on one of the beds and pinned down to it so I wouldn't keep scratching my head and face, I heard Mr Smiths voice behind me, he must have been holding my arms down. Inside my head all the memories where rushing around, I kept seeing images of my mum laying on the floor and then the captation of my dad stabbing himself, I kept wriggling to get free but then I felt a small pin prick and I felt really drozy all of a sudden my eyes where getting heavier and heavier and then I fell into a deep deep sleep.