Silencer

Chapter 3

3 WEEKS LATER -- 3rd PERSON P.O.V.

The jeep sped down the highway, nearing the exit that would soon take its passengers home. In the car sat Sara in the passenger seat with her father at the wheel. The soon to be 17-year-old had just finished her final speech lesson at the hospital before she was to be transferred to a permanent therapist. The surgery had taken place only a few days after she had woken up. It was an extensive operation, lasting nearly 6 hours long. Everyone praised the surgeon's work considering they had to completely reconstruct her mouth and jaw; but for some strange reason they wouldn't let her see the results of the procedure. She had woken up with fresh bandages on her face; and when she asked to see what she looked like on the notepad they had given her to write on, they said that it would probably be better if she did it in the comfort of her own home.

Her speech lessons had started almost immediately after the surgery.  And after more than two weeks of classes, she was finally able to speak short slurred sentences. She sounded similar to how a child who was speaking for the first time in their lives would sound. She doubled back on her words, and mixed things up constantly. The therapist had told her that she was making exponential progress in the amount of time she had been learning these new thing.

The scar on the side of her head from were the tree had pierced through her skull simply added to her strange appearance.

As for her brain itself, that was another story. Her Frontal lobe had seen the worst damage, so she had lost the ability to process some of her emotions to their fullest extent.And when she could fully process these emotions; it was usually to complain about either her headaches or her jaw.Her mental state had drastically decreased thanks to Jane's death, so she was also assigned  stress relieving exercises to do every day.
She was constantly plagued with nightmares of the accident. Every night Jane's screams rang loud and clear in her mind; giving her the constant reminder of the event.
Carmen and Salem had constantly given her words of encouragement throughout her stay, and Amara had been kind enough to only give her small quips; which Sara was thankful for.

But today, a little bit of light was gleaming on the edges of Sara's eyes; because in a few minutes she would be face-to-face with her little sister. She couldn't wait to once again see her sky-blue eyes, her chubby young face, and her  tiny, petite mouth. Sierra was the perfect example of a plucky 8-year-old. She was young, bright, and full of personality.

She was sometimes bullied because of Sara's disorders, but she always came home with a smile on her face. This INFURIATED Sara to no end. Her sister shouldn't have to be tortured for what people thought was wrong with her. Well, honestly Sara shouldn't be bullied either, but it drove her mad that she couldn't even defend her own sister from the demons they had to call classmates.

Sara was distracted by the fast approaching sight of her small, two story house, with white siding and mahogany shutters. Her mother was waiting patiently in the front yard, waving at the car as the car pulled into the drive way. As soon as Sara hopped out of the car, she was wrapped in a warm hug from her mother. After a minute-long embrace, her mother gave her a light kiss on the forehead before giving her a warm smile.

"Is she h-here?" Sara questioned as she looked round the yard to find Sierra nowhere in sight.

"She's in her room. I wanted it to be a surprise for her. She still thinks your not coming home till tomorrow." Her mother's, Carol, smile only grew bigger at her baby speaking again.

The two women went inside the house while Sara's Father, Johnathan, get the bags out of the trunk. She crept up the stares and opened the first door on the right into her room. Her mom had cleaned it for her while she was at the hospital. The walls were cleverly painted sky blue with white, fluffy clouds on them; while the ceiling was a dark navy blue with a large crescent moon, speckled with hundreds of carefully painted on stars. The light brown carpet had been vacuumed, giving it an extra layer of softness. Her desk/vanity was dusted and polished; with her makeup and perfumes all laid out in nice, neat rows. Her Technicolor-styled bed spread had been washed and made neatly on the bed. Sara smiled at her room that her mother had worked so hard on to make clean; which was never an easy task when it came to her room.