His Voice (stingue oneshot)

His Voice

I remembered it all.

I remembered everything.

When I was only a small child, my mother and I were in a, well, "pretty bad" car accident.

"Pretty bad" might have been an understatement, but oh well.

I was only a young child, and so much happened in just an instant.

A car hit ours all those years ago.

Honestly, what made drunk people think that they could possibly make it back home without any trouble...?

People are confusing sometimes.

And I feel a very sharp pain in the back of my head, and I must've, like, passed out or something. Mainly because I woke up in the hospital or something later.

But all of that was fuzzy to me...

I only remembered about the pain and insanity I got into after...

After I realized that I couldn't hear anything.

I couldn't hear anything at all.

Not the nurse at the time.

Not my mother.

Not even my own voice.

As anyone could probably imagine, I was scared. Frightened. Confused. Upset. Angry.

And I was so young.

I cried, and cried, desperate to hear my mother's voice.

I could only remember that her voice was soft, and smooth. Like silk. It sounded like an angel's own voice. Only I could recognize it.

But I could only see and feel my mother hold me close to her. I couldn't hear her sobs, but I could feel her tears. And her shaking. And her hand stroking my hair, in attempt of comforting me.

I just wanted to hear her voice again...

I was allowed to leave not too long after...

They said that there was nothing "too severe..."

Like, um, apparently losing your sense of hearing, becoming deaf, was "nothing severe."

Well then...

Luckily, my parents were very patient. And they taught me how to read lips.

It still took a long time to get used to. All the sounds I was so used to hearing, were just gone in a split second.

I was mainly afraid of going to school though.

I was already lonely and uncertain as a child.

Now people would take advantage of me and my loss of hearing.

As I thought, older classmates took all of this as a chance to bully me.

It was pretty smart on their part. I was a very easy target. I was vulnerable. And almost clueless of my surroundings.

As I got older, I actually got used to the bullying. It kinda became, like, a routine for me.

And as I got older, I feel like I am just taking a step closer to insanity.

It felt like it got worse by the day. Every single day, I just wanted to scream. Scream as loudly as I possibly can. Almost like to make sure that everything is happening the way it is. And almost like I wanted to hear my own voice again.