Just One Mistake

Five - What?

"I just want to throw my hands in the air and scream"

Chapter Five - What?

*Neil POV*

I ran towards David, holding him in an awkward embrace. "Hey David," I practically beamed when I saw the grass stained soccer ball he held in between his side and his arm. My smile was soon replaced by a confused stare when I saw her stumbling towards David. What was a deaf girl on crutches doing at a college soccer field? My confusion only deepened when she tapped David on the shoulder, using sign language or something to him. They talked (I assumed that's what they were doing) for a minute or two, me and Quentin just standing there with confused looks on our faces.

Finally, David looked back at us with a smile on his face. "Sorry about that. Neil, Quentin, this is my little sister N-" he stopped himself, sighing, "Edwin. But, according to Edwin, you know each each other already, so you probably already knew that."

"What was with all of the," Quentin stopped mid-sentence, waving his arms around in weird ways. I guess that was his attempt at sign language.

"Oh, yeah," he rubbed the back of his neck, "She's deaf."

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*Edwin POV*

I just kind of awkwardly leaned on my crutches, not understanding a word any of them were saying. Man, I hated being deaf. Finally, David turned back to me, signing a message. "Neil says hey and Quentin says he's sorry."

I put most of my weight on my good leg, signing one simple word to my brother. "Neil?" I gave David a confused look, putting my weight back on the crutches.

"Yeah, the kid you said you knew." Oh, so his name was Neil. I guess that was useful information.

"Oh. I didn't really know his name," I admitted shamelessly as I stared into David's brown eyes. David gave me a look, almost saying "Really?"

I nodded, turned around, and headed for the bleachers.

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*Neil POV*

"Dude, why didn't you tell me you had a sister?" Quentin questioned David when Edwin finally left.

"Because I knew this would happen." David sighed, "Look, Quentin, she's been through a lot, and I really don't want her to have to go through anything else, okay?"

"What happened?" I cleared my throat as I realized just how thick my voice sounded, "What was so traumatizing to her?"

"She got in a wreck," David began, "It took away her hearing, broke her leg, injured two of her friends, and, well, it killed her best friend." Oh.

So that's what scarred her so badly. As I stood there on the field in complete silence, I truly felt sorry for her. "So that's what was wrong," I muttered to myself, making David and Quentin look back over to me.

"What do you mean?" David asked me curiously.

"At school," I looked David straight in the eyes, "We were talking, and then she just, well, kind of stopped. She looked down at a piece of paper on her desk, and closed her eyes tight. She covered her face with her hands, but I didn't really think much of it. I just kind of thought she wasn't good with people or something,"

"Yeah, she blames herself for what happened," David sighed, "Hey, enough with the sad stuff, let's play some soccer!"

"I'll be back," I muttered to them as I made my way over to where Edwin had went.

When she finally came into view, I noticed she was on the bleachers with a notebook in her hands. Curious, I snuck up behind her, trying to read what she had written in the notebook.

"Stuck in a limbo (here we go)
Me and my sins go (toe-to-toe oh oh oh)"

I silently read the words she had written on the piece of paper, confused as to what exactly she was holding. Going down a few lines, I saw the neatly written words,

"I'm no good for you (no)
This heart ain't built for two so
Run away, run away"

What was she writing? Was it a song? A poem?