You sighed and leaned back onto your bed. Patrick sat beside your laying form. Belch sat at the end of your bed, his back against the wall your bed was against. And Victor and Henry sat on the floor with their backs against your bed frame. You began to speak up.

“I stopped talking when I was six years old. I didn’t want anything more to do with the outside world. I was happy being quiet. But, of course. They wouldn’t leave me alone.”

All of them perked up when you started talking about your past. Nobody knew a thing about your life. But now, they were gonna find out.

“My parents tried every trick in the book. From speech therapists to child psychologists. I could have anything I wanted as long as I said it out loud.”

Patrick looked unbothered and curious. Henry looked.. no one could really tell. Belch looked a little sympathetic as well as Vic.

“The November day I came back home, the Christmas decorations were already up. My parents had welcomed me with loving arms. It only lasted for an hour until we were back at each other’s throats. Normal, happy childhood back on course. Batteries not included.”

Patrick sighed. And you kept talking.

“Life’s not fair. It’s either you kill yourself or you get over it.”

Your words were awfully blunt.