I'd Write A Song, But I'll Never Be Able To Sing It

Amelia Cathrine Way is mute. She was born a mute. There's nothing anyone can do to make the girl speak. But instead, she plays guitar. Her voice is an instrument.
Miles Iero is an outcast, and his only solace is a guitar and a thirst for vengance.
When the two meet, they form a shaky and strained friendship, and maybe it'll turn into more should they try hard enough?

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2. "Mutes can't tell, and they can't fucking scream."

"Hey, Amelia! Amelia Way!"

I turned my head to see a blonde girl looking at me, strutting up in clicking heels. They weren't school uniform, that makeup wasn't allowed. Layers of foundation were there, and blush and eye shadow. If I could speak, I'd of told her that. But instead, I waved politely and smiled. She smirked and sat next to me. "So, you're a mute huh?" she asked, and I flinched. Her tome was almost laced with sweet venom and sickly pleasure. It's what I imagined a person who sexually tortured people to sound like.

"Aww, does the mute not like that?" she asked, her overemphasized lips twisting into a sinister smile. Her long nails clicked like claws against the wall rhythmically, and she hummed. I didn't move, didn't breathe. But most of all, I never batted an eyelid when she growled in my face "You don't reply to people like me here mute, you stop breathing, got that?"

I shook my head in what seemed like a good move at the time. I opened my mouth in a silent scream as nails raked across my face. Thank god my instinct closed my eyelids, as she would have clawed them out like a giant hissing housecat. I felt someone grab my throat and squeeze, and my eyes fluttered open in panic. "This bitch giving you trouble sweetheart?"

That voice was male. A low grunt, and the girl looked me straight in the eye, smirking at the obvious panic and alarm. I mouthed something, I don't know what. I pleaded without words, I begged without sound. But that only seemed to entail and small chuckle and a sincere nod. And then the fingers closed around my throat tighter, and I felt myself get thrown into the wall.

"Do you know who she is? She's Alexandria, a name you better fucking remember. Cause listen here whore, mutes can't tell. And they can't fucking scream." He growled, and a felt a right fist connect with my face. I flinched and felt tears run down my face, mixing with the blood Alexandria had drawn earlier. I swallowed them mixed together, and he waited no longer to send another right fist to my jaw, grinning when he heard a sickly crunch.

I would of screamed. I wish I could have screamed. But I couldn't. I was trapped in a world of pain. Fear and pain.

I collapsed, my legs refusing to support me. The only thing keeping me upright was a stranglehold on my throat, pinning me against the wall. I was small in comparision the man, who was several inches taller than me. Screwing my eyes shut up, I waited for the final blow to send me off into unconsciousness. And then another blow came, to my stoumach, and he dropped me.

My head smashed against the floor, hard enough to break something, but luck was on my side, or misfortune. You tell me.

"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" My heart fluttered. That was Miles voice, and when my eyes finally opened, my blurry vision confirmed that. The man who had assulted me, laughed, cracking his knuckles with a sick grin. "Iero, we promised if you ever passed by here again you'd be dead." Miles stood unflinching, his hands curled into fists. His amber eyes clouded with what I hoped was rage.

"I don't care. Lay another finger on her, you're dead." He spat, and the man laughed viciously, stepping toe to toe with the smaller person. He poked a finger into his forehead "You're a fag. So pretty women shouldn't concern you." Miles didn't say anything, just sent a hook flying at his nose, which flattened and crunched. I inhaled sharply as the giant punched back twice, hitting Miles in his stoumach and head. He spat out blood on the taller man's shirt, and then another shout resounded.

"Both of you, one more punch and you'll both be in detetion for weeks."

The two turned their heads, and the taller spat at Miles and walked off, pushing himself past the blurred figure. Miles nodded towards him in acknowledgement "Sam." The figure nodded, and looked Miles up and down. "You know they'll actually kill you if you go round here." he said coldly, before he laid eyes on me lying there, mutely screaming.

"What happened to her?!" he asked, and Miles shrugged. Sam gingerly placed his hand to my pulse point. "She's alive. And everything intact. Hello? Can you tell what happened?" I shook my head weakly, and Miles jumped in for me "She can't. She's a mute." Sam scowled and shook his head in frustrated. "Bloody idiot. Do you know how vunerable you are because you won't speak?"
"Sam, she was born that way. It's not a choice."
"Then she's got a serious disability there. Can you respond sweetheart? Nod for yes, shake for no." I nodded, and he smiled. "Okay. Let's get you to the nurse." I nodded again, and he picked me up and I lay limp in his arms before letting the darkness claim me.

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