Silence

Chapter One

I sat in the waiting room, waiting for the secretary to come and take me to the doctor's office.

I closed my eyes and put my hands together, praying.

Please let this work. I prayed.

After I had made that prayer, I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, letting out a silent amused laugh. What was I thinking? This'll never work.

I rested my head on my hands, shutting my eyes.

A timid tap on the back made me completely snap up, gazing at an unfamiliar face. It was a boy. I furrowed my eyebrows when I shifted my gaze to his mouth, which was making all sorts of movements. He was clearly unaware of the fact that I was deaf.

"I can't hear you." I said, a sentence I used one too many. "I'm deaf."

That seemed to shut the boy up, as he moved to take an available seat. Judging from the backpack he was wearing, it seemed like he had just came back from school. He seemed confused, as he continued to look me over as I did the same.

He was okay, I guess. I rarely saw people. I was always kept at home, too scared to come outside to face the judgements of cruel people in the world.

His ran his hand through his dark brown hair, smiling at me. He then took his backpack off, getting something out. I shifted closer, looking at what he was pulling out, something white.

He placed it on his lap, pulling something else from his backpack. A pen?

Of course. I thought. He was going to try and communicate to me through writing.

I smiled, glad to see that he understood my situation.

He started scribbling into the paper, his veins prominent on his neck as he scribbled.

He sat up, startling me as I was trying to take a peek at what he was writing.

Hi, my name is Hunter. What's your's? :)

He has wrote, with a smiley face at the end. I took the paper, scribbling my name.

Charlotte.

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immaturely wrote this part.

A/N: My name is Your Momma, Hunter. :-)