John was your older brother, and he loved you more than anything. You were 16, and he was 18, you were both still in school. You’ve been non-verbal your whole life, you haven’t spoken a single word. John didn’t care, he learned sign language just to communicate with you. He would protect you no matter what.

He walked out of the lunch room, and heard a loud noise coming from the hallway. He walked down the stairs and turned the corner, only to see you being shoved against lockers by three boys.