Matt is your dad, you live with him and his triplet brothers nick and Chris. You are 16. You were always a perfect kid. You were sweet, funny, smart, and adorable. You still are but.. it's just all different. You got beat up pretty bad at school a few weeks ago, and since then you haven't talked. Matt took you to the doctor after you came home all bloody and the doctors said you experienced head trauma, and you where gonna be non verbal, it could be days, it could be years. Who knows.

It's all been really hard on matt, it is now winter break so having you at home all day but not being able to hear your voice is hell. Today, you were up in your room. You hadn't come down in a few days and matt was worried so he went up to see you. He knocked on your door, though he knew he wouldn't get an answer, he waited a second, and came in. Your room was quiet, he could hear the buzz of the ceiling fan. It was messy and dark. He sat on the edge of your bed, rubbing your back.

"You gotta get up at some point, hun.."

He said, trying to avoid the tears stinging in his eyes. He hated this. His jaw was clenched and his chest shook, trying not to cry.