Scars (Wade Crybaby Walker love story)

Chapter one

the pressure on my throat was terrible and made it hard to breathe. the doctor then takes the ultrasound off of my throat and cleans me up. "well everything looks great your vocal cords have healed completely but it may hurt to talk, let's try saying the alphabet." he smiles and I take a deep breath and I try to talk but it hurt so bad I managed to make a very quite a sound but I couldn't do any more than that. "that's alright just try to practice but don't strain yourself okay," he smiles and I sign over to him okay. my mom gives me a small smile. "so I hear you are going back to public school you excited" he asks and I nod. "well you both come back next Sunday and we will check up again let's try to get to the letter B next time" the doctor smiles we then leave and make another appointment. I sit next to my mother as she drives us home. 

"I was thinking about making beef stroganoff for dinner does that sound fine," mom asks and I nod "good, I'm having Will over for dinner" she looks over to me and I smile and Sign that I am glad. Will is my mother's boyfriend and they have been together since before the incident and he stayed by her during the hardest time of our lives. he is a good man and is very protective of us and treats me like his own daughter. he used to have one but she died when she was five and his wife couldn't handle it and killed herself. we pull up to the house and I get out. 

the house is two-story and the outside is a nice greenish-blue. the trimming is white and the roof is black. the porch has a bench and this is where mom smokes and reads. she can't smoke inside because it hurts my throat, so she makes sure to leave that outside. I go to the door and I open it to be greeted by Bell my bulldog puppy. when you walk in you are greeted to the stair to the second floor but to the left is the living room. 

the living room walls are yellow, and there is a fireplace with pictures on the mantel to the back wall. we have a yellow couch that separates the room from the hall and there is a yellow rug and then two yellow chairs the coffee table is wooden and has a glass top with daisies on top of it along with the latest fashion magazines. under the stairs is a broom closet and there is another door that is the small bathroom that has a toilet and a sink. then you walk into the kitchen and dining area. the dining room table is oak wood and the chairs are the same with yellow cushions to keep your butt comfortable and then the fridge is white and the cabinets are yellow with the countertops being marble. I pick up Bell and I take her to my room. when you go up the stairs there is a door to the right and that is my room. my room walls are white and I have a vanity just to the left of the door and to the left of the vanity is a corner desk that fits into the corner perfectly. these two pieces are both black with pink chairs. then I have a sturdy black oak wood dresser next to the desk. next to that is my closet. then to the wall that is across from the entrance door are just two big doors that get you out to the balcony. my bed is to the wall that is on the right side of the room and the bedding is pink the bed frame is black and the rug on the floor is pink the nightstands are also black with two pink lamps and a pink telephone. there is a bookshelf next to my bed as well. I open the doors to the balcony and I sit on my bed. I look in the mirror and I frown slightly. 

I am short at five foot two, I have pale skin and my hair is a very light blonde that goes to the middle of my back and my eyes are big and blue. right now I am wearing a white dress with black strips that makes it look like I have big squares on the dress. I have my hair down due to it being September. I am wearing bandage wraps around my throat right now. to say the least, I looked pathetic. the time being three and I have school in the morning I make sure I have everything I need. once I know I do I put on a record. the one I choose to listen to is a mix of jazzy rock. I sway to the sounds of In the mood by Glen miller. I sit at my desk and I begin to write on the typewriter. right now I am writing a small book called 'The Lost Girl' it is nonfiction but with a bit of a dramatization. it is about what happened to me when I was kidnapped. my doctor said it would be good for me to write it and in the beginning, it was hard and still is at times but I thought it would be helpful to the case and it was now I am on chapter five and it has taken me almost a year and a half to get this far. don't get me wrong this isn't the only thing I am writing, so this is a lot of progress. I must have written for hours because there is a small knock on the door and I turn to see it was Will.