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All Chapters of He Didn't Say a Word: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Red!Killian screamed everytime someone spoke his ungiven name. His name red, not yellow, not pink, not green, and most definitely not Blue.They all called him "Blue" because of the bracelet he always wore. It had a small blue stone on it, and that was their deciding factor. He thought it best not to correct them because he knew if he did, things would take a turn for the worst. Killian already had his fair share of unlucky. The last thing he needed was for anyone to find out about who he truly was.It had already been approximately six years since even a sound came from Killian. His family disappeared from his life. They were practically disgusted by him, well, at least most of them were. He had no friends, no pets, no one who would even want to be close to him. It simply was not worth the effort.Killian lived in a small apartment in the east side of town. The place was a one bath, one bed, space, that didn't have much else it it. The apartmen

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What the hell am I going to do?I paced around my small apartment anxiously tapping my finger in intervals of twelve and fifteen on my thigh.Twelve, twelve, fifteen, twelve, twelveI repeated the number sequence in my head as I tapped it. My thoughts constantly drifted towards how I would get my anger to stop again. I made a promise to never let it take control. Yet, as I sat down on the couch in my apartment, I started to think of ways to get rid of it. There was not way I would let it get as bad as last time.I could feel myself becoming more and more anxious, to the point where I threw myself off the couch and in front of bookshelf that sat across the room, next to my desk.I tore the books off the wooden shelves, and started to organize them to where the pages of the book were facing outwards instead of inwards. It just felt better that way.Once my mind finally felt at ease, I selected one of the journals that sat on th

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The name Killian Flinn haunted many in his hometown. Most unrightfully accused the boy of murder. It was easy to blame the looney. No one listened to poor Killian when he wailed from the upstairs bedroom that was his mother's room. He watched her jump from the fourth story of their house.That very day was the one that defined his life for eternity. He spent three years in a mental ward before being released into the gray void of his life. His family was so ashamed that they set him out of their minds, still painting him as a killer.Killian managed to convince himself that they were right, he did kill his mother. He convinced himself that the things he said to her that day made her jump. Everyone else thought he pushed her, but what did it matter if he would never talk to them again anyway?Desyree Judith Flinn was a frail catholic woman who lived with her three children: Conrad, Killian, and Natasha. Her husband, Griffin, also resided there, but wasn't around

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Blaine Marston? Blaine Marston ! I knew this was going to be bad. My old neighbors, the ones who called the cops- Blaine was their oldest kid. He had a sisters I'm pretty sure. May? No Mavis. Mavis was her name. Honestly I couldn't even remember what either of them looked like, Blaine had to have been a teenager when I left home. Yes, because Natasha was the same age as him.I started thinking up excuses to leave work early when the door chimed and someone walked in."I'm a little early, but I was wondering if I could pick up my truck. Blaine Marston" he said, I could hear Todd directing him back into the shop from my spot in the back."Hey, Blue! Mr. Marston is here" Todd yelled from the front desk. Cringing at the name, and feeling sick with anticipation, I turned to face Blaine.His name was a color I couldn't quite figure out until I looked at him. He had black hair that was swept back into a baseball cap, and his eyes were an icy blu

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My time with Blaine progressed slowly that evening. It felt almost like he was interrogating me but I learned about him as well.He was 19 years old, going to university for business. He "has no real aim in his life" so business was the best option. At least according to him. The entire time I was sitting there wondering how he had yet to recognize me. I had not changed too much since I was seventeen."Let me walk you home" Blaine suggested, but I refused. He did not need to know more about me, especially where I lived. If it ever clicked in his mind who I was, that be the first place he would go.He still tried to walk me home, acting kind of like an excited puppy. I really didn't want him to but he insisted. So, we took a little evening stroll through the neighborhood.Blaine carried on about his family and college life. The way he talked was more interesting to me than the things he was saying. It must have been the enthusiasm in his voice that made everythi

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Blaine and I's "second" date was tomorrow. I was kind of excited although mostly I was nervous. As much as I appreciated his charm and kind demeanor, I was not quite sure if I could trust him to not turn back around and decide he did not want to date a killer. There was still this feeling in my gut that he knew."You excited for tomorrow?" Shawn asked me when I got back from lunch Friday afternoon. I titled my head to singal "what" because I was not certain that he was talking about Blaine, but he was. "Blaine stopped by while you were on break for a follow up and we talked for a while" he explained. I shrugged my shoulders and turned back to the shop."I'm happy for you!" Shawn yelled after me. He was getting on my nerves. In all honesty, if given a chance, he might be a nice guy, but maybe he just was not my type of person. That seemed like an acceptable reason. Maybe I did owe him a little bit since he was the one to make me go with Blaine in the first place.

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To say I was prepared for my date would be an overstatement.I found myself rifling through my drawers two hours before seven, looking for the perfect thing to wear. In the far back of my sweater drawer, I managed to find a button up that I had forgotten about.I paired it with jeans and layered a cardigan over top to keep from getting cold. The fit of the dress shirt felt uncomfortably tight around my wrists and neck, causing me to constantly pull at the cuffs anf the collar. It was slightly frustrating trying to feel comfortable in the shirt. So, I ended up changing back into my more comfortable attire before I got angry.For a while, I tried to fix my hair, realizing I was not sure how to in the first place. I attempted a few more times, hating the outcome each time. My hair would just be messy.I sat on the couch, waiting out my last hour or before Blaine arrived. The tick of the clock started driving me insane, and I had to do something else to keep my min

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Back at home, I was thinking again. Mostly, it was me realizing how I was lying to Blaine. Or, not really lying, just withholding the truth. I wanted him to know who I was, yet I did not want to lose him in the proccess. Knowing myself, I would probably never work up the courage in the first place to tell him about it. How would I even start? Hi, I'm Killian, your old neighbor who murdered his mother and your parents called the cops. Please forgive me.The more thought I gave it, the more I realized that it was out of the question. He was not allowed to know. That was just a secret I had to hold onto, but it was not like I had not already been keeping it for three years.Blaine invited me out a few more times over the next month or so. Obviously I always said yes. At this point I sunk far too much into this boy to back out now. I think that he was good for me, really brought me out of my shell, or at least when I was with him he did. On my own, I was still the

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Over the past few months I had been so distracted with Blaine that I forgot how scary my own mind was. He made the bad go away for a little while, so when the anger came back, it came back stronger than before.There was a moment just before all of the bad returned where I was living in absolute bliss. Never before had I experienced even a sliver of how I felt then. All good things must come to an end, that is what they say... right? Well, the good did come to an end.I tried to push Blaine away enough so he did not have to deal with the anger I was feeling. In the long run I did not want to lose him, so I tried my hardest to not completely shut him out, knowing that I would thank myself when everything calmed down a bit.It all started when I lost my bracelet. Usually I would take it off to shower so it would not have water damage. I always left it on the back of the sink on a hook I placed there specifically for it. This time, however, it was not there when I

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10

"Ready?" Blaine asked as he parked his car in the grass besides one of the frat houses at his college. It looked pretty much what I expected a party to look like. I had never been to one before, so this was bound to be an awful experience.I opened my door and stepped out onto the slightly damp grass. My feet were frozen in place as I stared at the place. I was not ready for this.From the place I stood, my legs refused to walk until Blaine grabbed my hand and we went intisde. It was like I was a puppy following its owner around everywhere. I had no idea how to interact with people so when Blaine introduced me to his friends, I came off as weird. At least I felt that I did. In the end it did not really matter because most of the people we talked to were already intoxicated.After a few minutes, Blaine asked if I wanted a drink. We went to the bar/kitchen area to find something."Here" Blaine said and gave me a beer. It was not as bad as I expected it to b

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