paranoid : lrh

twenty - two

Guys aw omf you dont understand how happy it made me that there were so many comments on chapter 21 tysm - PLEASE ASK QUESTIONS ON THE CHARACTER ASK.

_______________

Violet clamped her hands around her mouth - eyes wide in realisation, Michael's too.

"Violet Delilah Darling," he started - Violet confused as to how he knew her name, "d-did you just talk?"

Violet kept staring at him wide eyed, although by her own doing.

She slowly nodded to the red headed boy and bit her lip, laying her hands down on her lap.

"How long has it been since you last spoke?" He whispered, as if talking any louder would end the whole world and honestly - Violet appreciated it.

"Two minutes ago." She whispered, a small smirk on her face as Michael rolled his eyes.

"Jeez, who knew you were so sassy?" He scoffed, crossing his arms whilst Violet shrugged her shoulders.

"F-Five years ago," she answered quietly - her throat already hurting from speaking.

"Wow," Michael gaped, "that's um, a long time."

Violet nodded, nervously fidling with her fingers. "I-I'm sorry."

"What? Why?" His eyes widening in concern.

"F-For bothering you," she whispered - swallowing the lump in her throat from speaking.

"You weren't." Michael reassured. "I like your voice, it's...soft. Where's your accent from?"

"E-England."

"It sounds a little Canadian too, though." Michael observed and Violet shrugged in return.

Her voice was a lot deeper than it used to be and, well, raspier. She had honestly forgotten what her voice sounded like, and especially since she had always questioned whether or not she had gained some sort of Canadian in her accent.

She never even thought that she'd speak again, but she has.

"Please don't say you're gonna stop talking, now." Michael pleaded a couple minutes later. Violet shrugged again.

"I-I don't think I'm ready f-for other people to hear me s-speak yet." Violet sighed, picking at her jeans.

"Oh." Michael mumbled, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice. "I just thought, Luke would wanna hear -"

"No!" Violet exclaimed, groaning because her throat wasn't used to it. "D-Don't tell Luke, don't t-tell anyone."

"Violet," Michael groaned, only being shushed by the girl.

"N-No one, Michael." She whispered and the boy only rolled his eyes but agreed anyways.

"Fine, but don't stop talking to me."

"But I hardly know you."

"Aye! You didn't stutter!"

"Fuck off."

"Damn, someone's a nasty talker."

"I w-won't talk to you anymore."

"Fine."

Violet smirked to herself and looked out the fogged up window, realizing that she had gotten in but they didn't move.

"Anywhore," Michael shrugged, "let me tell you about me whilst we drive to mi casa."

"Maybe I don't wanna know you or go to your casa."

"You sassy?"

"Bitch, I might be."