My Muted Music Love

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter 18

Elizabeth

Before I went to bed that night, I took out a small photo from inside my pillow case. I take off the locket Niall gave me and put the photo in the empty space. It's a picture of my parents. They looked so happy in that photo, my mother smiling so hard that her dimples look like caves and my dad looks just as happy gazing into her eyes. I gently put the photo back into the locket and squeeze the locket shut before returning it to my neck. 

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"Hey Elizabeth." I turn around to the sound of a familiar voice.

"Dad!" I say in an unfamiliar voice before running towards him and hugging him.

"I miss your voice so much honey." He says into my hair whilst holding me tightly.

Is that really my voice? Is that what I would've sounded like if I didn't go mute? Or is that how I sounded before the accident? Honestly, I can't remember anything about my voice. I never thought about it. There was never anything special about it. I guess I took my voice for granted. I never knew how important it was until I lost it.

"Where's mom?" I ask him, looking around for her.

"She's not here."

"Then how are you here? I thought you were de-d-you know-" I stumble with my words unable to say it.

"Dead?' My dad fills in with a chuckle.

"Yeah, that." I say a little embarrassed.

"I am. It's just I missed you so much and I had to see you." I smile and hug him again.

We talk and joke around like we used to and I realized that I miss him a lot more than I knew and i have to hold back the tears as I don't want to ruin the moment. It's more than I could ever ask for. I just never want this moment to end. Too bad that as soon as I thought that everything blacked out.

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I wake up and try to say something, only for nothing to come out. I sigh and get out of bed. I really want to learn to speak again. Maybe if dad is still watching me, he could hear my voice more often. Maybe it might make me closer to my parents. I don't know. It might sound stupid, but it's my only hope that they're not really gone.

I get ready for school and rush out of the orphanage without making breakfast. I think it's not my turn to make it. As soon as I get there I look for Niall. I don't see him so I go inside and open my locker and put away my stuff. Niall comes up to me and gives me a kiss on the cheek before pulling away.

"Where were you this morning?" I look at him confused,

"I stopped by the orphanage to pick you up and they said that you already left." I pull out a piece of paper and wrote 

'I walked.' Niall chuckles.

"I kind of figured that out." I smile and give him a quick hug before leaving to class.

I was going to tell him that I wanted to get my voice back, but I don't know. He might find it silly or unrealistic. Even if he doesn't, what if I can't talk? What if there's no chance? I don't want to let him down. What if I don't want to tell him because if I do then it would become real. I wouldn't be able to quit or change my mind. What if it becomes to much? I just shake my head and decide to figure it out later. 

Later came sooner then I had expected. The day passed by fairly quickly and I was already leaving the school with Niall in the parking lot waiting to pick me up. I go up to him, wiping the sweat from my hands off on my jeans. I hug him and we get into his car.

"Hey, do you want to have dinner with me tonight? I need help with the maths homework." I smile and nod my head.

"Great." He says while grinning.

After dinner we went into his room and starting working on the homework. Niall actually didn't need much help with the homework. As soon as I showed him how to do the first problem, he went through the rest faster then I did. Whilst I was doing my homework I was thinking about whether or not to tell him that I want to get my voice back. I decided I did.

So after we finished all of or homework, he said he wanted to play a game. I agreed and he ended up showing me a card game in which I sucked at. I was getting tired of losing so I ended up quitting. He called me a sore loser, but all I did was respond by sticking out my tongue. I then decided that this would be the perfect time to tell him, I grab a scrap sheet of paper and a pen and write:

'I want to talk again.'