Ok so i used to draw these comics about a girl who was easily distracted and a squirrel who constantly saved her life from a masked guy who wants to kill her. Now I suck really bad at drawing so these people and squirrel dont have mouths and neither did my art projects. (thats how i came up with the title) Im only writing these because TB said i dont have enough stuff on my movellas, so i decided to write the UNSPOKEN comics in journal entry form from Wanted's point of view.


5. Was it just a dream...

Authors note: this chapter might be confusing, but it will make sense so try and keep up. I do not own post-its.

       I was standing in a house, while staring out a window. Tears were pouring down my face and I was struggling to get out of the tight grip holding me back. Mask Man had my hands held behind my back and I fought like crazy trying to get away. There was nothing I could do to stop them. All I could do was struggle against my restraints and watch them leave. The white van with tinted windows pulled out of my driveway with my parents in it. After I watched that van turn the corner, I stopped fighting against him and just slumped and cried making my eyes burned. The strange part is Mask Man didn't try to kill me, he kind of just stood there looking helpless. After more sobing and staring later he gently put his hand on my back in a comforting way. I was confused, then, and turned to look at him. I couldn't see much, except for two soulful brown eyes peaking through his jet black mask. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, he just sat down next to me. Eventually he got up and lowered his hand for me to grab, I took it and he led me to my bedroom on the second floor. He handed me a sack with a post-it on it. The note said: Every thing you need is in here, don't ever forget me.I turned to look at him, but he was gone. I heard loud footsteps climbing up the stairs and peaked around my door and saw the light blue sleeve of a cop uniform. Then I heard the grunts and bodies hitting the wall. Mask Man came into my room and waved his hand signalling for me to run. I tore off my bead sheet and tied the end to my windowsill. Then I grabbed my pack and looked over my shoulder. The two cops lay bloody and unconscious on the floor, Mask Man was gone. I grabbed the sheet threw it out the window and began climbing down. When I reached the ground, I took off running. I ran to our local park. A place where my dad had taken me to many times before...

        I quickly sat up and looked at my surroundings. I was hyperventilating and didn't know where I was. Then I saw the shelves lined with medications and remembered where I was. It took me a second, but quickly remembered the pictures he had taken. I had to get those pictures back. It was still dark outside then looked at the clock above the cashier's counter. It said 5am. What was that like a whole 4 hours of sleep. I learned to live without it most of the time though, so I was ok. Sparky was already up, but I didn't see him. I clapped my hands three times and he immediatly appeared. I motioned towards the door indicating that it was time to leave. I returned the large dog pillow to the shelf, grabbed my pack, and with Sparky perched on my shoulder I walked right out into the brisk autmn air.

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