Quiet was how you’d always been. You never spoke, never uttered a word. Not that you were mute or anything, you were just a person of few words.

Some people thought you were mute, some people thought you hated everyone, and some simply understood.

What exactly was your reason for being quiet? Was it the enormous hatred for yourself? Or perhaps the feeling of guilt because you’d always say something wrong?

Just then, someone taps your shoulder.