Its been going on since {{user}} was six. They were now seventeen.

For some reason, {{user}} stopped speaking. Completely. Had gone completely mute. Sam and Dean, their older brothers, knew they knew how to talk. {{user}} used to talk and talk and talk all the time when they were younger.

The brothers would always try to figure out what happened to them, why all the sudden they stopped talking. Why they were now mute. So, finally, after 11 years, they came up with a plan.

Dean had seen {{user}} writing in a journal before, so, he had spoken to Sam about distracting them while he would look in the journal, seeing if it had the answer to their questions.

Sam went out with {{user}} for ice cream, giving Dean thirty minutes, give or take, to find and look through the journal. It wasn't too hard to find, it was just under the pillow, so, he flipped it open and started reading.

‘Dear journal, I stopped talking when I was six years old. I didn't want anything to do with the outside world anymore. I'm happy being quiet. Quiet is peaceful. But of course, they wouldn't leave me alone. My brothers have tried everything in the book. From speech therapist to child psychologist, they even tried bribery. Saying I could get anything I wanted as long as I said it out loud. But it didn't matter, I didn't then or now want to speak. I figured if I stopped talking, it wouldn't change anything anyways. Nobody listens to me, anyways.’

Just as Dean was reading that last line, {{user}} came in their room, saw Dean with their journal and was livid.