Unexpected Love(COMPLETED)

1| Accident

Ren P O V

It was late at night like super late. Probably after 12 am. Me, my girlfriend Sadie and her best friend Maya were coming back from a party at one of her classmates' houses-well more like a mansion on the richer side of N.Y.

We were all tipsy on alcohol and those damn brownies. I think the contents in it are starting to get to me or maybe the Ariana Grande song Sadie and Maya are screeching to on the radio or maybe it's both.

Yeah definitely both

The car accelerates just a little as we're going down the highway back to our dorms in Clarks State U.E. It was how I met Sadie, Matt and Ares, my friends. The traffic light that was previously red turns green. I accelerate a little bit more, almost passing the light with the road signs on it before a semi truck hits my Dodge charger laterally sending us flying far right rolling a couple of times hitting a lamp post crashing to a halt.

There were glass shards and blood everywhere. The car felt really suffocating. The two girls who were singing off chord to the Ariana Grande song without a care in the world were now covered in blood. I unbuckled my seatbelt dropping onto the top of the car that was now upside down with a painful thud. I can see and feel blood oozing out of me. Groaning, I turn to my side to see if Sadie was ok.

Please be alive, please be alive, please be alive I chanted in my head non stop. I can't lose her. I can't lose them both.

Thankfully she had a pulse. She was still unconscious but alive, that's all that matters.

I look over to Maya who was in the backseat and I instantly know she's gone. Her neck was twisted inhumanly, a big gash present on her forehead, crimson painting the majority of her face and blond hair. Tears streamed down my eyes.

I killed her

She's gone

She's gone

I don't know how long I was crying for but by the time paramedics arrived I was more than ready to let the darkness consume me. One of the paramedics tried talking to me but I couldn't hear anything. I could see the man's mouth moving but I couldn't hear his words.

I guess I blacked out shortly after they arrived, when I faintly gained consciousness I was being rushed through the emergency doors. My eyes were met with extremely bright lights and the panic stricken faces of doctors and nurses while I laid in the stretcher being whisked off somewhere else.

When I gained consciousness for the second time that was nearly 3 weeks later. The first thing that welcomed me was bright hospital lights and the tired stressed faces of my parents. My mothers brown eyes looked dull and sunk in and my dads body screamed 'tired' he looked worn down. I could tell they've been through a lot while I was unconscious.

Mama hugged me, her tears threatening to fall while she spoke to me. I couldn't hear what she was saying. I couldn't hear anything, It was all quiet.

I felt my heart rate quicken. The monitor I was hooked up to was for sure going off informing staff of my irregular heart rate. Nurses came rushing in trying to calm me down but I couldn't hear a thing they were saying. I couldn't hear myself either but I knew I was shouting words.

"Mum I can't hear"

"I can't hear"

"I can't hear anything. It's quiet. I can't hear."

That day the doctors confirmed I was deaf and there was no possibility of me ever hearing again. Since that day and the day I was released from the hospital followed many weeks after I wallowed in self pity and hatred. I refused to see anyone except my parents for months. I refused to go to Maya's memorial or talk to her parents. I refused to leave my room for anything. Eventually my parents got tired of trying to communicate with me so they left me to have time with myself.

Funny because not even I wanted to be around me.

They tried to make things 'normal' how things used to be before all of this. There was no normal in the cards for me anymore, not after everything. Since the accident I have yet to see Sadie, not that I'll actually talk to her anyways, not once did she visit after she was discharged 2 weeks before I gained consciousness nor has she visited or texted me since I came home recuperating from therapy sessions. What a girlfriend she is-well now Ex girlfriend.

My professors gave me a pass feeling sorry I went through what I did and allowed me to complete the rest of the school year fully online. That was last year. Now I'm in my final year still doing online classes. I don't think I'll ever attend classes in person again. Only once in a while I'm required to come to the University. When I do I avoid everyone like the plague.

Socializing isn't for me anymore.

It was raining outside my studio. It poured heavily tonight. I guess the sky's mourning with me for one of the worst days of my life tomorrow. The one year Anniversary of Maya's death. I sit on my chair painting on the easel in shades of grey, black and white.

It's the only color I paint. The only colors I see in my world. Even though I can't hear the rain I feel the vibrations through the studio floor.

I sigh sadly putting the paint brush down looking at what I painted. It was a painting of Maya's face looking up at the stars, a single tear on her cheek. I take the canvas down covering it with an old bed sheet setting it in the far corner of the place.

I gulp down a bottle of water parching my dry throat. My mind screamed at me to get rid of what I painted but my body wouldn't move. Frustrated, I grab a fist full of my thick dark brown hair releasing a groan.

Maybe I should visit Dr. Pepper tomorrow.

And yes my therapist's actual last name is Pepper.
Though almost everyone calls him Dr. P.

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