ꦿࣳੁᩧ the secret . . ノ　♡ ⠀silence ⠀✿﹚ chapter #1

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 ︶︶︶ ︶︶︶ ︶︶︶ ︶︶︶ ︶︶︶ ︶︶︶ ㅤ◌ㅤ .ㅤthᥱ sᥱcrᥱt silᥱncᥱㅤ ͜ ̣̣̥ ͜ ིྀㅤᨳ⠀⠀ ૮꒰ྀི ◡ ◡ ꒱১ ㅤ(♡ ◞ ◟)౿ ⠀a storyㅤ..ㅤwritten byㅤଓㅤemineㅤ᧔ꪫ⁀ ㅤ"They mocked her for being the quiet girl, meeting ㅤthe cruelty with cold silence. But no one knew the ㅤhidden history that truly kept her words locked away." ㅤ── ── ─ㅤㅤㅤ── ── ─ㅤㅤ── ── ─ㅤㅤ── ── ─ㅤ── The sun peeked over the horizon, its luminescent rays painting the sky in pink and orange hues. Time passed, before the sun had fully come to light, indicating the early morning hours. The birds chirped a serene, melodious tune as they soared across the sky. Sleeping in an undisturbed state of tranquility, Elise's alarm had set off. Her porcelain face was illustrated with innocence and soft features. Her carmine-red curls were sprawled over her pillow, and one hand lay beneath her rosy cheeks. She lived a little similarly to others, going to school, doing things she loves. But one thing no one understands, the grieve which is engraved in her heart. A grieve she's been carrying for years and years, and she had no one to tell. Her father had a tragic work accident. He worked as a constructor. She lost her father at the age of 2. Her mother at the age of 6 after having a challenging battle with cancer. She now lived with her foster father, Callum. He had never done anything to offend or hurt Elise, however, she was always hesitant to let him in. The worst thing is, Elise is mute. After witnessing many things which shattered her world, she hasn't been able to break the psychological wall which have been confining her. She hasn't talked in years. And communicating with words was a monumental struggle. Therapists and doctors weren't enough, she simply embraced quietness. Unable to encourage herself to speak, her words remained hidden, and so did the world which brought her profound suffering. The sound of her alarm blaring had roused her awake. She climbed out of bed to hush the unbearable ring. She commenced her day with her usual routine. Once she finished using the bathroom and brushing her teeth, she went to her drawer for her uniform. There was a few weeks left before school ends. Wrapped in the gentle comfort of her uniform, she smoothed the pristine shirt and its soft saffron-red tie, adjusting the silky black blazer and velvety grey skirt that rested neatly above her cloud-white ivory socks and quiet leather boots. The simplicity of her uniform had given her a touch of royalty and angelic grace. Before her quiet steps met the stairs, she hesitated. This was typical. She knew Callum was downstairs, waiting for her. But she always guarded her quiet, undisturbed world. This was every day, every morning, every routine, a part of her life. She finally drifted downstairs. She entered the kitchen, and Elise and Callum's eyes met. Callum gave her a welcoming smile. "Elise, there you are! I made you something special today!" exclaimed Callum. He eagerly pushed a plate across the table. Elise gave a small smile and sat down at the table. Pancakes were for breakfast! A gentle fragrance from the loaves of pancakes had tingled her nose, the juicy strawberries gleamed in her eyes, and the small drizzle of the chocolate syrup awakened her taste buds and made her drool. She admired her masterpiece before Callum spoke. "Hey Elise, I'm running late for work. I'm sorry, but I hope you like it! Bon Appetit!" he playfully laughed before rushing off. It was obvious he was in a rush; he hadn't finished his coffee and he was moving around frantically. Elise happily indulged in her morning treat. She looked in the mirror once she finished, a tiny drop of chocolate syrup upon her porcelain skin. She wiped it away before departing. She left her house and went to school. Her mind swirled in thoughts. She hated school. People teased her for not talking, sometimes they'd throw paper and food at her. But they never truly understood the concealed ache which clung to her soul and silenced her. These desperate cries, these hesitant decisions, they were all apart of her life. She arrived at school, as usual, people mocked her and called her names. She went to her best friend, Cleo. She waved at her, and Elise waved back. Cleo wore a pair of elegant, dark-rimmed glasses, ones which perfected suited her mafia-like eyes. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, paired with a few stray wisps curtaining her hair. Her skin was a striking, ghostly white, possessing a luminous quality that looked beautifully fragile yet dangerously cold. Elise was grateful to have Cleo. She had always defended Elise from harsh comments, studying with her and sharing food like true sisters. But her striking, fierce appearance had warned all passers to never insult her best friend.