I Won't Speak

A suitcase. A mystery. A popstar. A selective mute. And a friendship everlasting.


6. Chapter Six: Lazy Days

I stumbled slowly into my room, plastic bag in hand. "Lynn, are you still here?" I said. A small face peered out of the closet, and I let out a sigh of relief.

"I don't have much going on tomorrow." I said, collapsing on the bed. My eyes were heavy with sleep as I pulled out a sleeping bag, setting it on the floor. "Maybe we can just stay in... or, I don't know. Do whatever, I guess." I yawned as I pulled the sleeping bag, rolling it out on the floor. I tossed a pillow down afterward. "Sorry it's not much." I mumbled. "But-"

Lynn rushed over to it, seemingly flying into the sleeping bag and burrowing herself into it. I watched in amusement as she wriggled around with it before poking her head out to look at me. Her eyes shone with gratitude, expressing more words than could be spoken.  

"You're welcome." I chuckled before resting my own head against the pillows, turning off the lamp and closing my eyes, willing myself to sleep. Worries and what ifs flitted through my mind, keeping me awake and restless.

What if they find out?

How long will I have to hide her?

Fears bounced around in my head until at last, I was able to fall asleep.


Sunlight filtered into my eyes, ever so slowly waking me up. "Ugh." I groaned, blinking sleep away from my bleary eyes. I rolled over, facing the wall, not moving until I heard someone else start to move.

Lynn. I thought through the haze in my brain. Slowly, I turned back around and sat up. "You probably want some food, right kid?"

A pair of sleepy eyes looked back at me from the floor before nodding in confirmation.

"Thought so." I said. I walked slowly over to the phone by the door. "Room service." I yawned.


Lynn sat across from me, eating her blueberry pancake, which was drowned in syrup. I myself had a cinnamon bun, and some coffee.

"How's your pancake?" I offered as I finished off the last of my coffee. Feeling more refreshed now, I looked at Lynn. She seemed more awake as well, she looked at me with bright, happy eyes. 

Please say something. I thought. Show me you can speak.

"How's your pancake?" I repeated, noticing that all her food was gone.

Lynn smiled, giving me a thumbs up and a giant smile. Still, she didn't make a sound.

I let out a groan, putting my head in my hands. "Why don't you speak?"

Lynn looked at me questioningly.

"Can you speak?" I said.

Lynn nodded, but then shook her head.

"Why can't you just tell me?" I said. I let out a long breath. "Okay. Can you speak."

She nodded.

"Will you speak?"

She swung her head side to side.

"Why not?" I pressed.

Lynn looked at me strangely. I face palmed slightly, only just realizing that she couldn't answer that with a simple yes or no. 

And then there was a knock on the door.

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