A girl named Mira who lost her hearing the previous year meets four different guys. She has a different relationship with each of them, and although each of them have their rough sides to them could she learn to love one of them? Could she really lo...
TW: Minor Mention of Self harm(If you are sensitive to this topic please don't read. View at your own discretion)
I looked at my phone at the number I had typed in. I then looked at the number written down on a piece of paper. The piece of paper Mira gave me at the end of class to be exact. I double checked I had the right number. Once I was sure of myself I saved the contact, 'Mira'. I sighed as I clicked to send a message. What do I say. I took a breath. I just have to keep it casual.
"Hey Mira, It's Ein." Once I was satisfied with my message I clicked send. Now I just had to wait for a reply. To my surprise I got one a lot faster than I expected.
"Hey Ein!" I smiled to see she had responded. We texted for a little while. I asked her a how her day was then to my surprise she asked me to Videocall with her. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was in a tank top where my arms were visible. I saw the red lines that covered my arms. They each their own, varying in length depending on how hurt or empty I was feeling that particular day. I didn't want her to see my scars. At least not now. I hadn't made a new scar in about a month but some of those lines were so deep they were taking a while to heal. I placed on a black hoodie to cover them then I went back to my phone and video called her. We chatted as she ate and I relaxed in my room. I asked her all sorts of questions to know her better.
"So what's your favorite color?" She put a McDonald's fry in her mouth and began to chew as she thought of an answer. "It's between Celeste Blue or Cerulean Blue. What's yours?" I then had to think but the answer came to me almost instantly.
"Forest. Green. It's the superior color." "Mhm sure." We laughed and I was able to hear her cute giggle. After a while of chatting we decided to call it a night. I woke up in the morning to the sound of my alarm. At first it was like every sluggish morning, I didn't want to wake up for the day. Though I had to. Sometimes I thought what it would be like to die, more specifically how I would. I already had an answer to that question though. If I had the choice, I'd choose in my sleep, in the comfort of my bed. Getting out of bed to prepare for another day of the torture known as school. Once I was fully clothed I made my way downstairs.
On the counter was another plate, this time wrapped with foil and a sticky note pressed to it.
"Ein I had another emergency at the hospital, please eat and when I get home I wanna talk to you about the girl I heard you talking to on the phone last night. Love mom." On the note she had drawn a winking face. I let a small smile crack through my usual poker face. There certainly was no one on this Earth like my mother.
Another day where I go to the bus stop. I was greeted by the ray of sunshine that is Anthony. Like always he wrapped his arm around my neck to greet me. "Hey Ein, how's it going?" Anthony asked as he placed his fist on my head to nuzzle and mess with my hair. Once he was satisfied he let me go and I answered. Looking at him I saw the same dork that I had known since my Freshman year.
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