The Voiceless

Chapter 11

A/N: its been a year, wow. im sorry, &I probably wouldnt have uploaded if my friend didnt ask me to. I thought this story was horrible. so thank her if you like this story.

"Okay, see you tomorrow!" Angela said as she was pushed out of the door by nurses, inisisting that I rest.

I let out a laugh, it still felt foreign.

"Man, that girl is stubborn!" Mom said to herself as she made her way back to her seat next to the spare room.

"How long have I been here?" I asked,

"Close to a week." she replied, forcing a smile. I knew my accident would play a part in my moms life as well, a frustrating, exhausting part. I knew my medical bills were sky rocketing and the time my mom was taking off work couldn't be helping. I could see the bags under her eyes, the creases in her forehead and the frown lines, all becoming more prominent. I knew she was emotionally, physically and mentally drained, in need of a routine.

"Go back to work." I blurted out, not considering what I was saying

"Pardon?" she asked, looking disgusted by the thought.

"We need you to. My injuries aren't going to leave by themselves, and we all know medical bills are expensive." I replied, starting to shy away from the words.

Maybe I shouldn't have said anything.

"Are you sure?" she smiled

"Yes mom, go!" I laughed.

"I'll be back at 4:30." She kissed my forehead, told me she loved me, then she was gone.

I checked my bedside clock. 6:26am. Angela had stayed the night, and now I was wishing she had stayed the day, but it was the last day of school. I couldn't rob her of that. School. Not my favorite place, but it was somewhere I almost felt safe, no one could pick on me under the supervision of the teachers. My finals had finished six days before the accident, luck was on my side. It quickly ran out.

My mind was wandering, from school, to restaurants, everywhere. But one thought kept returning, Collin.

I thought back to my argument. His face. Those words, Those hideous words. I knew they came out in anger, but they still stung like a bitch. I was different now, but he was the only person who accepted me, and gave me a chance. I blew it, he blew it. It was over, and I was sure he had moved on.

I saw a flicker out of the corner of my eye. Blonde hair. I began to panic. thinking he was back and I was alone. I turned my head fast, too fast. I realised through a clouded vision, he was just a male nurse, maybe in his early 40's. Not Collin. I decided to sleep. My head was hurting the world was spinning and I was tired. Tired of sitting, tired of waiting. I drifted off quickly, to my advantage.

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I awoke with a start as someone called my name. "Miranda." I heard it again. It wasn't an unfamilliar voice. I placed it once I saw the face from which it came.

Collin.

"No. Get out." I said, my voice shaking, full of hurt, anger, frustration.

"No Miranda, I need to say something." his voice cracked, I could hear his desperation.

"Let's hear it." I said in defeat, knowing there is no way I could win. I was too exhausted.

"I miss you, Miranda. I was with you for such a short period of time, and look at what you've done to me. I haven't been eating, I haven't been sleeping, I've been crying constantly. I need you, I regret everything I said, I know that doesn't make it go away, but I hope you can forgive me. I need you in my life, I think I love you ."

My hands stared shaking, my ears were ringing. No, how can he still have this effect on me? How can I still have feelings for him?

"Please Miranda say something." He pleaded. I saw tears welling up in his eyes.

"I-uh, I love you too, Collin. Can we put everything behind us now?" I asked, fighting back my own tears.

He didnt respond for a while, he was in shock, I could tell, but soon roles reverse when he leaned in and placed his lips to mine.

I was happy again, not in a hospital room, with nurses rushing in and out, calling me a miracle case. I am not the girl who can talk now and only from now on. I'm Miranda, a girl who needed a fresh start and got her wish.

He leaned back, smiling.

"I guess I can take that as a yes?" I joked. His laughter filled my ears. I missed that sound.

"Yes you can," he said leaning back in, and pecking me on the lips.