Fina’s P.O.V
Im pacing around her room . . . it’s been three years; yes I have left a few times, like graduation and prom, but only for a few hours before I came back. I can’t take this anymore she needs to wake up. . That’s when I hear a scream from behind me. I turn around to see Becky sitting up looking at me like im some stranger.
“Who are you? And why are you here? Where is here?” she says
“D-d-d-did you just....Talk?’ I ask surprised
“Yeah, you act like I’ve never done it before.” She says
“That’s because you haven’t!” I say
“What do you know? Do I even know you? Where’s my mom?” she asks
“Your mom has been dead since you were three . . . and you don’t talk because of it. . .” I say
“You’re lying!” she says
“Tell me what your name is.” I say
“My name is Becky Marie Jones.” She says matter of factly
“How old are you?” I ask
“Three and a half.” She says
I press the little red button on the wall and the doctor walks in.
“Ah, Becky your up. It’s a while. . .” he says
“Becky, tell him how old you are. . . “I say
“Three and a half. . .” she says
“Becky, you just turned 18 last week. “The doctor says
“I’ll be right back. . .” I say before leaving the room
I take my cellphone out of my pocket and dial Sofia’s number. I wait three rings before she answers.
“Hello?” she asks
“Hi Sofia, its Fina. . .its Becky, she woke up but she thinks she is three. . .do you think you could get down here and maybe help a little. .” I say
“Sure I will be there right away.” She says before hanging up.
I put my phone back in my pocket and head back in the room, I text my dad and Jarle telling them that Becky is awake and what not and they are on their way here. I sit down in the chair I have been sitting in for what seems like forever now as the doctor goes on and on asking Becky questions. Trying to get her to remember things.
She gets out of bed and tries walking to the washroom. She takes three steps before tripping over herself; I get up and quickly catch her. Helping her to the washroom, she looks in the mirror and screams.
“OW! What was that for?’ I say covering my ears.
She doesn’t answer.
Becky’s P.O.V
I look in the mirror before the memories start flooding in my brain. I was trying to help her get out, the car exploded, I CANT BELIEVE I TALKED! THAT’S SOOOOO NOT HAPPENING AGAIN!!!
I screamed loudly.
“OW! What was that for?” says a girl I think goes by the name of Fina
I don’t answer. I walk out of the bathroom and grab the small white bored with the marker.
I don’t know . . . maybe because I was talking! I don’t talk! I haven’t since I was really little. . .my life has been nothing but hell because of it. I’ve been in and out of foster homes like there is no tomorrow, iv been raped, it almost happened twice . . . by the same person. . .
I show her the white bored and she reads it to herself. She looks at me and smiles slightly.
“So, you remember everything?” she asks
I nod my head.
Just then Sofia and two other people walk in the room.
I smile as Sofia comes over to give me a hug.
“You just missed it. . . She was talking, but then memories started to come back so she stopped and she won’t talk anymore. . .” says Fina
YOU ARE READING
The Silent LIfe Of Becky Jones
Teen FictionBecky Jones was three when she and her family got into a bad car acciedent. as if by miricale she is the only one who survives. since teh deaths of her mom, dad, and sister she hasnt spoken a single word. will she ever speak again?
