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Callie sighed silently, placed her pen down on the bed beside the journal, which was laying open on a half filled page, and looked up. Silence covered her like a shroud, and the air was thick with thoughts that were unspoken.
She closed the journal and hid it safely inside her pillowcase. Mr Matthews had given her the journal, in the hopes that it would help her to start speaking again.
He’d said that he wouldn’t read it or ask for it back, “It’s yours, now, Callie. I don’t know why you won’t talk, or what it is that’s happened to you, but there’s this sadness inside you, that needs to come out somehow… and if you can’t speak about it, then maybe you can get it out some other way” Callie had smiled a small smile and accepted the journal in her usual silence.
He meant well, she knew that, but he just didn’t understand that she couldn’t talk about it. She had been so scared when it had happened, and had been unable to speak about it, and before she’d even realised it, she had become unable to even speak about simple things.
It was driving her mother to distraction, as she continually tried to get her to speak, using a variety of different methods. Her most recent one consisted of hurling a stream of questions at her, in the hope of provoking her into answering one of them, but she had, so far, been…
