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Bridging the Silence | Wendy Red Velvet

TRIGGER WARNING IN THE BEGINNING : MENTAL HEALTH STRUGGLES,SELF-HARM, AND BAD THOUGHTS.

Y/N POV

I was born into a silent universe, surrounded by complicated vibrations of life that I could not recognise as noises or voices. When I was around five years old, I quickly realised I was deaf. I remember the fear and confusion that overtook me as I saw my parents communicate with me, their lips making words I couldn't understand and their hands weaving patterns I couldn't follow. The reality appeared at a doctor's checkup. I was deaf.

My parents, with constant support, accepted their responsibility openly. They explored the realm of sign language, striving to bridge the gap between my silence and their speaking realities. They provided me with every resource available to help me interact with others. However, once I got beyond the confines of my house, the world became a more isolated setting.

"People didn't understand us, and some were even scared of us," I shared with my best friend, who is also deaf. The community viewed me inhumanely, as if my deafness was something to be avoided. I found myself on the border, subjected to slow and loud speech, as if my deafness showed a lack of thinking skills.

"I just wanted to be like everyone else," I constantly told my parents, dissatisfaction sticking in the air. The need to fit in, to join in the laughter and companionship I saw among other kids, was a constant hurt. However, my efforts to blend in were received with indifference or, worse, mockery of my sign language.

My personal struggles became worse as the years went by. The weight of loneliness and misunderstanding weighed heavily on me, and anxiety became my daily companion. The overwhelming feeling of being an outcast heightened, and I began to believe that I was a burden, an error in the grand plan of the world. Despite my parents' attempts to reassure me that I was great just the way I was, I remained persuaded that I was an outsider.

One day, I hit my breaking point. The weight of being alone and the discrimination became horrendous, pushing me into a dark place. The world seemed to have turned its back on me, and the pain became unbearable. In despair, I took an unwise decision. I didn't want to live in this manner any longer. With a heavy heart, I found myself going to the top of a bridge, each step reflecting the sorrow inside me.

As I stood on the edge, tears flowing down my cheeks, the deafening silence seemed to highlight the lunacy in my thoughts. In that moment of despair, I felt a soft hand pull on my back. I took a glance, surprised to discover a girl with gentle, sympathetic eyes, an eerie contrast to the harsh, crude world around me. Her look showed genuine sympathy as she noticed the sorrow on my face.