Wretched Trauma

Avery is an eighteen year old outcast, joining sixth form, for her final year of A Levels, before University. Before she started a new school, she was bullied, both verbally and physically. At her new school, she meets a new outcast, Axel; he's mute. No one knows why he's mute, but nobody cares enough to find out. No one, but Avery. She wants to know everything about him; how it's possible for him to lose his voice; how he became an outcast; but most importantly, he wants to know how to say 'I love you' without a voice. Everyone says love is blind, or maybe it's just silent?

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4. 'I'm addicted to drawing.'

So, I made a trailer for this. Check it out? Thank you xox   

 

He's going to kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me. Axel freaking Lester is going to kiss me. I think you should understand by now that I genuinely have no clue what to do. If anything, I'm probably going to stand dead still, with my eyes wide open, like some kind of paralysed fish. There are so many things wrong with me...

   His lips are almost on mine, and I think I'm leaning towards him too. Yay, I'm actually doing something! Relief floods through my crazy emotions, making me relax more, letting my eyes flutter shut. My other hand finds his waist,as his does mine, so our bodies are pressed together. The heat coming from him isn't natural, it's like there's literally a spark. I thought sparks were just silly exaggerations, but nope, I'm feeling it.

   The little bell from the shop rings, meaning Devon and Ethan are coming back outside. Gasping, I open my eyes, turn my head to the side, and they both freeze. Axel's lips press against my cheek, making the skin heat up half in embarrassment, half in how good it felt. His lips rest near my ear as he sighs, before pulling back.

   "Oops," Devon lamely says, her eyes wide in shock.

   "Don't stop on our account," Ethan adds on, biting his lip to stop himself from laughing.

   'Really?!' Axel mimes, flipping them both off. 

   "Really, really," Devon nods, still clearly in shock.

   Cringing, I just stand there as they argue, taking note on how good Devon and Ethan are at lip reading. They're probably used to it, being around Axel so much, so I'm going to have to learn too. It would be easier than getting him to write everything down, and it'd show that I'd made the effort, to learn for him. Anyway, back to the point.

   "Jeez Axel, no need to get your boxers in a twist! Next time, don't try kissing her in public!" Ethan says, raising his hands in defence. 

   He rolls his eyes in response, and just starts walking away, dragging me with him because of his arm being around me. With no other choice, I just go with him, Devon and Ethan following closely behind. Devon can't help giggling at us, making me blush a lot, as Ethan continues to take the mick of Axel. I find it quite entertaining, but Axel looks silently angry at him. Well, he kind of has to stay silent.

   "Avery, did you like the kiss?" Ethan teases, even though he knows it wasn't even a proper kiss.

   "Go away!" I jokingly say, and he feigns a hurt look.

   "But baby... I thought what we had was special?" he pouts, grabbing my free hand.

   At that point, both Axel and Devon glare at him, giving him the most deathly looks, but he's oblivious. Honestly, I'm surprised Axel didn't actually strangle him. I never want to receive one of these looks from him. Ever.

   "Aw, is Axel jealous?" okay, so Ethan did notice.

   Axel gives him a stern look, that says continue, if you want to be punched in the face. Luckily, Ethan decides to finally back off, talking to Devon about something. I don't take part in their conversation, I just enjoy Axel's company. He's so warm! That's a really weird thing to say, but he just is. 

   We reach a really cute park, with little flower patches, a swing set, and a small orchard. Like excited children, Ethan and Devon race each other to the swings, Ethan obviously winning because of his longer legs. They would make such a cute couple! They are so going to be together by the end of the week. If not, I will force them to kiss.

   Axel takes me by the hand instead, so it's easier for me to follow him, and takes me through the orchard. The sweet smell of apples still tints the air, even though the trees leaves are falling away. He sits down, leaning against the trunk of a particular tree, gesturing for me to come and join him. Happily, I oblige, leaning against the same tree as him, snuggling into his arm. 

   Even though he can't talk, I decide to strike up a conversation, "So, what do you like to do?"

   He takes the board, and pen out of his bag, resting it on his lap. For about a solid minute, he thinks about his answer, and hesitantly writes that he's addicted to drawing. That's really sweet, that he likes to draw. We have art and design together, so it makes sense.

   "Cool, do you have any drawings with you? Or a picture of one?" I ask, assuming that he's good at drawing, because let's face it, he's awesome.

   This time, he hesitates for a full two minutes. During it, he chews on his bottom lip, glances between me and his lap, and can't really stay still. I don't really know what to say, so I just end up waiting for him to respond to me in some sense. Slowly, he pulls the sleeve of his shirt up, turning his arm to be palm-up. Decorating his wrist, are a variety of pink scars, red scabs, and burn marks.

   Quickly, he writes on the board, 'sorry'.

   For a while, I just study his scars, running my thumb over some of them. He flinches when I touch a fresh cut, but other than that, he doesn't mind it. I lift his arm to my lips, and kiss a few of the cuts, just lightly, as not to hurt the newer ones.

   "It's okay, I like to draw too," I whisper.

 

A/N

Sorry it's short, I was working on the trailer for so long, but I wanted to update. So, here you go :)

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