Speechless: A Story of a Girl Without a Voice

Life Sucks

Hello! This is the first part of this story and I hope you are into adventure and comedy. If that is something that you enjoy, then I hope you will like my story. 

The bright lanterns illuminated the faces of delighted neighbors and friends. The autumn weather sprang everyone's spirit further into joy and tranquility as the leaves of diverse hues fluttered through the brisk wind. The sky bore various light shades of warm colors as the sun said goodbye to the world.

But that perfect life stopped there. The sky turned a shady, ominous purple with only a few stars daring to show their light through the misty haze. No one was left on the once colorful street, just me. My eyes adjusted to the surroundings as I got up from the ice-like concrete floor. My vision blurred for a moment until it settled on something. Someone.

My mom. My dad. There. Lifeless.

I roused with sweat, damp on my face. I still couldn't believe that I remembered that so vividly. As thoughts of that day came flooding back to me, I sensed my heart slowly tear apart all over again, daring me to cry. Half of me was missing. It was taken away that day.

Tears built up in my eyes. I told myself, to be who my parents wanted me to be.

Bright.

Beaming.

Brave.

I rubbed my glassy eyes as small tears attempted to flee.

I slowly got off my bed and looked at myself in the mirror. I pushed my long bangs out to the side to have a good look at my face. My eyes were a tint of red and my face looked younger. Like I was 7 years old again.

I pushed aside the haunting thoughts and I told myself, It has been 5 years since that happened and it is time I moved on as everyone does.

I wore a gloomy dark green hoodie with jet black yoga pants. I pulled up my hoodie and allowed my hair to dangle loose. I grabbed a glass cup, poured orange juice into it, and smeared some jam on a slice of bread. That was all I had for breakfast.

As I ate, my eyes scanned the room. Searching. For someone. Unfortunately for me, I didn't find them but a note left by the same person. My step-mom left me a note before she drove to work:

Hi AJ,

I know sometimes it can be a bit difficult to be alone at home most of the time. I want you to know, even though I can't stay long at home with my full-time job, that you are amazing and I love you.

From,

Mom

My stepmom, Amita, was thoughtful and gentle.

Amita sometimes reminded me of my mom. Her innocent voice and the way they both wore beautiful loose braids. They both told me stories when I was little. Though, I quit listening to the tales from Amita because she would remind me of my mom and I didn't want the painful thoughts to stab me again.

When it came to my step-father though . . . it was complicated. He was always out doing something and he wouldn't show up for weeks on end. But there were a few scarce days when he would come back home to eat dinner with us. Those days were special. It was like he held a mystical aura around him. He was humourous, (sometimes a little stupid) friendly, and everything you could ever want in a perfect dad.

I also had a step-brother who attended the same high school. He was a lot like the rest of my family. He was really kind but a little over-protective. According to my step-mom, he always wanted a little sister but I knew there was more to the story.

Nonetheless, my family was the sole thing in my life that appreciated me for who I am. Unlike others. 

Okay, this is it for now but I promise that these will get longer and more interesting! :)