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(M/n) POV
"God! You've ruined my life! Why do you have to get so much attention from mom?" Skylar yelled at me. He always does this. It happens almost every time mom isn't in the room. "If dad were still here life would've been so much easier! If you weren't mute maybe he'd still be alive!" He has always blamed me for dad's death. The truth is some guy ran a red light and crashed into dad's car. And it's not my fault I'm this way. Besides I don't want all this attention from mom.
Skylar keeps yelling and yelling at me. I wish I could respond but I just can't. I started tearing up. "What? You're crying now? Jeez, you're such a crybaby!" He shouts as he storms off to his room. It only ever affects when Skylar is the one to yell at me. I don't care about the others that do. But he's family so I wish he could just see me as that and not some "baby" that needs constant attention from everyone.
I walk off to my room. I should probably tell mom that I don't want to be treated like this anymore. It's kind of annoying that she does it anyways. I'm not a baby that needs her attention. I know how to take care of myself. I sit down at my desk. Pulling out a paper and pencil. It's one of the main ways we communicate since I can't talk about anything. I proceed to write:
Mom,
I get that you care for me and love me. But the constant attention needs to stop. It's like you only pay attention to me. What about Skylar? It's like you don't even know he exists sometimes. He's upset about it. And honestly I think he hates me for it. He's always so angry about it. You need to pay attention to him. Not me. I can focus on myself. I can take care of myself. You need to pay attention to both your sons. Not just the one who can't actively speak. Sure it sucks. But it doesn't stop me from doing what I can and want to. I can do things on my own.
I let a small sigh out, I can't believe I'm doing this. Mom isn't the type of person to get angry about things very easily. But I just don't want her to think I don't love her anymore. She gets real upset about things like that.
I leave my room. Peering down the hallway to the stairs. Slowly walking. I don't understand why I'm so nervous about this. As I'm reaching the bottom of the stairs I take a slow deep breath calming myself before doing the inevitable.
I hand mom the paper. Taking calming breaths as I walk away from her. Only to turn back and see her observing the paper. I swallow hard. Watching her expression slowly change. She seems somewhat upset or more guilty than upset. Mom's kind of hard to read sometimes when it comes to how she feels about something. It all started after dad died. She obviously didn't want to show how much it affected her. But her actions spoke way louder than she ever could.
I turn away heading back up the stairs all the way to my room. Closing the door slowly behind me till I heard it click. I huff practically flinging myself onto the bed. That one spring doing the whole boing noise again. I need a new mattress but this one is just to comfy. I enjoy this one. I slowly turn onto my back. Listening for anyone coming up the stairs or coming to my room. I'm kind of scared of mom right now. I just hope she doesn't get mad and scold me for telling her to stop paying attention to her precious baby. That's like the only thing she sees me as.
Eventually I hear footsteps. Soft slow footsteps, they are definitely mom's footsteps. Skylar's are heavier most of the time and he definitely doesn't walk slow. He likes to be quick and to the point with things, including his walking. The footsteps stop right outside of my room. I get up ready to open the door cause I know it takes her a minute to try and knock on my door. She doesn't like startling me. I don't like it either to be fair. I hate a lot of things though. I slowly open the door. Examining her expression as the door opens in hopes that nothing is wrong.
The only thing I can tell she's feeling is sadness or guilt. It's one of those two things. I watch as she gives me a soft smile. Going to hug me only to stop herself from doing so. I kind of just stare at her. Unsure of why she stopped. I watch as she takes a deep breath closing her eyes in the process. "Hunny, I respect your wishes. You know that right?" She doesn't sound mad. But she also doesn't sound too happy either. I only nod at her. "'Well thank you and I will continue to respect them. Thank you for pointing out my mistakes. It's just ever since your father died. It's been hard. And Skylar is practically grown already. I just haven't noticed my behavior." I watch her eyes water as she's talking to me. She's thanking me which kind of feels weird. But it feels quite natural too. I smile a soft sweet smile at her and nod. There really isn't anything I could even try to say.
Then I hear Skylar's door open. He glares down at me and rolls his eyes. I just accept it. There's not much more I can do for this but let mom take her course of action. Whatever she does is up to her, not up to me. "Oh Skylar hunny." I hear her saying as she walks towards him, throwing her into a hug with him. I smile at her interaction. She isn't quite the best with words or actions anymore. She doesn't understand what's too much for anyone anymore. Dad's death took a huge chunk out of her life. But I'm glad she's doing this. It makes me happy seeing her love Skylar like she used to.
|Time Skip|
I toss and turn unable to fall asleep. I felt as though something was going to happen. Something bad. And I've been having this unnerving feeling of being watched every single night. I always shrug it off as being my imagination. But this time it feels different. It feels stronger than it has ever felt. Like it's in my room with me.
I start tearing up, almost crying at that thought. I don't want to think this way. Why would anything be in my room that shouldn't be. I want to yell for someone but I physically can't. I want to be with someone right now. But that's just impossible. It's already like 2, maybe 3 in the morning. Mom and Skylar are both definitely asleep.
|Time Skip To Morning|
I barely even slept last night. I'm just glad it's Saturday and I don't have to go to school. I step out my room, closing the door behind me yawning. I slowly made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Mom's making breakfast, and not to my surprise it's pancakes. I hate pancakes. Mom knows this but she makes pancakes for breakfast like 2 maybe 3 times a week. "Good morning m/n, There are some waffles in the microwave for you. Had to make sure they were still warm for when you woke up."
Mom sounds quite cheery this morning. That's great to hear from her. I look at her signing 'Thank you' "Of course dear." I'm quite glad she sounds cheery this morning. It's an amazing thing to hear. I pull the waffles out of the microwave. They are still somewhat warm but at least they aren't cold. I quickly go to sit down at the island as my stomach starts to growl.
Skylar walks into the kitchen as I'm sitting down. He sat next to me. Which is a little weird. There are so many other places he could sit. So it makes me slightly uncomfortable but I don't really care all that much. I'm prepping my waffles with some butter and syrup. Cause who would eat their waffles without that stuff. I watch as mom smiles at Skylar while handing him his own plate of pancakes. Mom hasn't made herself some food yet. But she usually doesn't until she's showered. She's got her own pattern for going through the day.
I hear mom leaving the room and closing the bathroom door behind her. I just hope she's doing okay. I start to eat my waffles. God I love waffles. When Skylar breaks the silence. "So, why the hell were you up late last night?" Confusion got the best of me. How does he know I didn't go to bed till later last night? It wasn't even too late when I had finally gone to bed. I didn't even leave my bed. "Don't fucking look at me like that. I woke up to you rummaging through some shit at like 4 in the damn morning."
I just sat there. What is he talking about? I'm sure I went to bed before then, and I for sure wasn't going through things. It must just be him hearing things. Then it struck me. I remember that feeling from last night. The feeling of me being watched. The reason I couldn't even sleep last night was probably because I was being watched. And somehow whatever was watching me got into my room. It could've been a stray cat or raccoon though. No it couldn't be. My window wasn't even open when I woke up or went to bed. It had to be a humanoid that got in last night. What if they are still there? I sit there tearing up, almost losing my appetite. But I still eat the delicious waffles. I'm not letting them go to waste.
For all I know this could be my last time to enjoy the waffles mom makes. Cause that thing could still be in this house as we speak. But wouldn't someone notice? They could potentially make a noise. They might need to use the bathroom at some point. And eat at some point. Hopefully they don't eat humans.