12 February 2013
Trying to sit up while panicking with legs that don't work, didn't work out too well. He crossed the room in two big strides and helped me up as he held a finger to my lips. He then smiled when I took in his dark form. "Marty" I hissed quietly as he grinned.
Marty took me in his arms then got to his feet. I wrapped my arms round his neck, I was scared even more now. "It's fine" He whispered. "Mute, eh?" I managed to reply quietly as he took me into his room. He headed straight for the window and threw me through. It was so sudden that I didn't have time to scream.
I landed on a cushion as Marty climbed out after me. His room was at the back of the house and had part of the roof below. He sat beside me on the small part of roof, sitting on a small bed of cushions with a blanket draped over our shoulders.
We sat close to each other, our legs so close they were almost touching. "Why do you talk to me and no one else?" I asked after a while. "You're different" He replied quietly. "Not much different from any other person. Neither are you or the girls" I replied. "You're normal. We're mental. You don't treat us bad. You don't treat us different. You act like we're the same. Equal." He replied. I put my hand on his leg. "We are equal and don't let anyone tell you otherwise, Marty." "Rachel doesn't think we are. She hates us." "She doesn't know what it's like, that's why. She has probably been sheltered her whole life, been fed lie upon lie and then shoved in the deep end. This is the deep end and she is terrified" "You're not like us." He whispered. "You're not like them. Tilly's not like you and she's not like me or Dot and we aren't like each other. We are all individual, different in our own ways, and you seem pretty perfect to me." Marty put his hand over mine. "So do you" He smiled slightly then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. It was only a peck but his cheeks brightened at the magnitude of it. I guessed it was a big thing for him.
"Is there anything fun to do round here?" I asked as the sun began to rise. "Don't know, they don't let us out" He replied with his head on my shoulder. I could tell he wanted to sleep some more but we'd have to go down to breakfast soon. "Why?" "Small town, people talk" He sighed. "And? We can't go out because people will talk? That's rubbish" I growled. "What like Marty being mute?" Someone asked from behind us. I knew it was Rachel and she didn't sound happy.
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