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Authors: Melyssa Winchester
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I was diagnosed with Autism when I was five. I was low functioning at first but after about five years or so, my mom took me back and other than the speech issues I’m considered high functioning. I hate those words. They make me sound like a statistic instead of a human.
Not talking creeps people out. I never had a friend. Not one. I was okay with it at first because I didn’t really like people much anyway. They scared me. Sometimes they still scare me, but the last couple years I tried to have a friend. Just one friend. No one wanted to be one though.
Who wants to be friends with the mute kid?
Remember the other day when I said thank you for being my friend? I meant it, Isabelle. I thought coming here was gonna be hard and I would run back home and admit that I was too weak to do this, but you changed that.
You’re my first real friend. My best friend. I don’t feel so alone anymore.
I don’t know why I did it, but before he wrote me all of that, I got the feeling there were some things he was trying to tell me, so Thursday morning in class, I took out the worn paper I wrote in Ms. Taylor’s class and passed it along to him.
Being alone, I knew what it felt like because I spent a long time that exact way. Kayden and Eric changed that for me, and then after, as Dillon changed and Cadence came around, Amelia right after her, things changed. What started as me being alone b ecame a group of five people. Five people I love more than anything.
I want that for Isaac the same way I do for every sin gle person in the world and handing him that letter was supposed to show him that. I don’t want anyone else feeling alone again.
Slipping the paper back into my bag, zipping it up and throwing it back over my shoulders, I move forward, Kayden’s house coming into view the same way my Mom’s does only there’s one noticeable difference.
Across the street, there’s no one standing on the front step, where in front of Kayden’s there is. The only other person on the planet right now other than Kayden that I would even want to see.
Eric.
Chapter Seven
Kayden
Over the summer, I had to go to court.
Apparently after spending months behind bars, Dean changed his tune and was going to plead guilty. I thought at the time it meant I was cleared of standing before a judge or even a courtroom full of people and detailing everything that I lived through while he was my guardian.
I was wrong.
I still had to go and explain the events of the night last fall and how it’s impacted me since. The only good thing was that it wasn’t for a packed room of people I didn’t know.
It was just me and Belle, along with Dean and his lawyer, the prosecutor and the judge. It was still nerve racking though because there was a still a part of me that didn’t believe he deserved to be in jail for what happened.
Maybe for the stuff he did when I was younger, sure, but not that night. I was the one that came home drunk knowing what I was going to find the minute I walked through the door. I’m the one that laughed in his face, inciting him, causing everything that happened after the fact. I stood in front of everyone and took the blame for it because I should have known better.
The court didn’t see it that way. They saw what Dean did over a period of years instead of just one night. They just needed me to hammer the point home.
Periodically over the last couple of months, my brother reaches out to me through his lawyer and every single time it happens, I turn it down and blow it off. I don’t want to see Dean. That part of my life is over. Going to see him would mean going back in time and I can’t do that, not when I’ve finally got my shit together.
After dropping Dillon off with a promise to pick him up in a couple days, my phone rings and of course I grab and answer because in my head it’s Belle. It figures the one time it’s not, its Dean’s
I was diagnosed with Autism when I was five. I was low functioning at first but after about five years or so, my mom took me back and other than the speech issues I’m considered high functioning. I hate those words. They make me sound like a statistic instead of a human.
Not talking creeps people out. I never had a friend. Not one. I was okay with it at first because I didn’t really like people much anyway. They scared me. Sometimes they still scare me, but the last couple years I tried to have a friend. Just one friend. No one wanted to be one though.
Who wants to be friends with the mute kid?
Remember the other day when I said thank you for being my friend? I meant it, Isabelle. I thought coming here was gonna be hard and I would run back home and admit that I was too weak to do this, but you changed that.
You’re my first real friend. My best friend. I don’t feel so alone anymore.
I don’t know why I did it, but before he wrote me all of that, I got the feeling there were some things he was trying to tell me, so Thursday morning in class, I took out the worn paper I wrote in Ms. Taylor’s class and passed it along to him.
Being alone, I knew what it felt like because I spent a long time that exact way. Kayden and Eric changed that for me, and then after, as Dillon changed and Cadence came around, Amelia right after her, things changed. What started as me being alone b ecame a group of five people. Five people I love more than anything.
I want that for Isaac the same way I do for every sin gle person in the world and handing him that letter was supposed to show him that. I don’t want anyone else feeling alone again.
Slipping the paper back into my bag, zipping it up and throwing it back over my shoulders, I move forward, Kayden’s house coming into view the same way my Mom’s does only there’s one noticeable difference.
Across the street, there’s no one standing on the front step, where in front of Kayden’s there is. The only other person on the planet right now other than Kayden that I would even want to see.
Eric.
Chapter Seven
Kayden
Over the summer, I had to go to court.
Apparently after spending months behind bars, Dean changed his tune and was going to plead guilty. I thought at the time it meant I was cleared of standing before a judge or even a courtroom full of people and detailing everything that I lived through while he was my guardian.
I was wrong.
I still had to go and explain the events of the night last fall and how it’s impacted me since. The only good thing was that it wasn’t for a packed room of people I didn’t know.
It was just me and Belle, along with Dean and his lawyer, the prosecutor and the judge. It was still nerve racking though because there was a still a part of me that didn’t believe he deserved to be in jail for what happened.
Maybe for the stuff he did when I was younger, sure, but not that night. I was the one that came home drunk knowing what I was going to find the minute I walked through the door. I’m the one that laughed in his face, inciting him, causing everything that happened after the fact. I stood in front of everyone and took the blame for it because I should have known better.
The court didn’t see it that way. They saw what Dean did over a period of years instead of just one night. They just needed me to hammer the point home.
Periodically over the last couple of months, my brother reaches out to me through his lawyer and every single time it happens, I turn it down and blow it off. I don’t want to see Dean. That part of my life is over. Going to see him would mean going back in time and I can’t do that, not when I’ve finally got my shit together.
After dropping Dillon off with a promise to pick him up in a couple days, my phone rings and of course I grab and answer because in my head it’s Belle. It figures the one time it’s not, its Dean’s
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