"Why the fuck are you alive?" Your mother said. "All you are is a bitch. A good for nothing, a shit brained teen who lives on attention!" Slap. You fall to the ground and crawl away. "Go to your god damn room, Y/n," she sneers. You climb up and limp to your room. I.. I've got to... Jake.. You think.

I'm caught up in your expectations.
You try to make me live your dream,
But I'm causing you so much frustration,
And you only want the best for me.

You go into your f/c room with bruises and cuts. Wincing, you grab your school bag and empty it from all of your school supplies; after all, it's summer. You pack your favorite tee shirts, black pants, socks, underclothes. iPhone gets unplugged.

You're wanting me to show more interest.
To always keep a big bright smile, Be that pinky little perfect princess,
But I'm not that type of child..

Grabbing an oversized black sweater, you think, Jake.. Pumpkin Rd... Five mile walk. You grab a flashlight and climb out your window, backpack in hand, and an address in mind. The window is open in the living room where the devil is. You pull a half-hearted youth roll across and run down the road.

And the storm is rising inside of me,
Don't you feel that our worlds collide?
It's getting harder to breathe,
It hurts deep inside.

You gasp and trip over a stone. You slide and scrape your knuckles and knees. Tears leak out and you shakily pull yourself up. Keep running.

Just let me be, who I am!
It's what you really need to understand,
And I hope so hard for the pain to go away.
And it's torturing me!
But I can't break free!
So I cry and cry but just won't get it out,
The silent scream.

Hussie St, Hiatus Way, pump... Pumpkin Rd. Your brain fills with relief and you stumble towards an army green house, surrounded by a bright blue one, a bubblegum pink, and a violent orange. You almost collapse from exhaustion, knocking on the door.

Tell me why you're putting pressure on me,
And everyday you cause me harm.
That's the reason why I feel so lonely,
Even though you hold me in your arms.

A yawn is heard from the other side of the door. "My god Dirk, I told you twice, I'm not going out with-- Y/n!" Your squinting eyes see a familiar brunette, slightly tan and in only boxers and a robe. "J-j-jake... M-mom.." You murmur before passing out.

Wanna put me in a box of glitter, But I'm just trying to get right out.
And now you're feeling so so bitter,
Because I've let you down.

"Sweetie, please wake up." You hear a soft voice say. You slowly open your eyes. Your mother, her eyes soft, her voice like silk, dressed in gentle colors. You curl up even more. "Honey, it's me. " She reaches for you and you edge away. "N-no, stay a-away." You say tearfully. The voice hardened. "Love me." It said quietly. You shake your head. "Love me. Love me. LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME!" It screeches and its hands curve into talons. It grasps you and yells in your face. "LOVE YOUR OWN MOTHER!" It tells. "No!" You scream. "Y/n!"

And the storm is rising inside of me,
Don't you feel that our worlds collide?
It's getting harder to breathe,
It hurts deep inside.
Just let me be, who I am!
It's what you really need to understand,
And I hope so hard for the pain to go away.
And it's torturing me!
But I can't break free!
So I cry and cry but just won't get it out,
The silent scream.

You jolt awake to see Jake over you, tears in a pool in his emerald eyes. "M-mom." You whimper. He saw every bruise, every cut, every tear in your heart. "She did that?" He said in a hushed tone. You start sobbing. "Y-y-yes! I-I thought mothers l-love you and h-hold you and-and-and-" you utter no words. Jake could see for himself.

Can't you see how I cry for help? Cause you should love me just for being myself.
I'll drown in an ocean of pain and emotion,
If you don't save me right away!
Just let me be, who I am!
It's what you really need to understand,
And I hope so hard for the pain to go away.
And it's torturing me!
But I can't break free!
So I cry and cry but just won't get it out,
The silent scream.

You get scooped up by the green-eyed angelic boy and he carries you to the bathroom. He quickly gets the rubbing alcohol and cotton balls. Your sobs were growing and you were shaking. "Y/n, this might sting," Jake says in a soothing voice. You nod and wince at the touch of the cold liquid. It stings like he said. But he was caring for you. No one had done that, not since your mother had started drinking. When you were 4 years old. "W-why?" You question quietly. Jake looks up from his doctoring and looks into your e/c eyes. "Because I love you, Y/n. Ever since we started talking, ever since we saw each other." You send a small hiccup out of your mouth and wrap your arms around him. "I-I love you too. " Your tears fell on his white tee shirt and he wrapped his arms around you, chin on your head. He began shoosh-papping you and kissing your forehead. "You will be loved, I am going to be there for you, I love you." He said repeatedly. You look up at him and see that tears were in his eyes too. "I c-can't.. Home." You say, burying your head back into his shirt. "You stay hear as long as you want, love." He whispers. "You will be loved here."

My silent scream.