Always.

Chapter two: Him

I jumped back into consciousness in the hospital. I looked around, unable to hear anything. I thought to myself, 'Hmm. Don't those stories always say that there's constant beeping noises,' All of a sudden, my mother burst through the doors. She started talking to me, but I couldn't understand the words coming out of her mouth. She must've asked me a question, because she stopped like she was waiting for an answer. I just sat there, confused, for a minute. Then I motioned for a pen and paper. I started writing in my big, barely-legible, handwriting. Mother, what is happening to me? Did I do something wrong? I can't hear you at all and I'm really scared. What if I can never hear anyone's voice again? My mother silently read what I wrote, and the simply wrote 3 words. ASL. I look up at her, puzzled. 'How does she expect me to know sign language? I only know the alphabet and a few signs, but my mother knows absolutely none.' The next few weeks, I started to get used to using my hands to speak for me. My mother caught on quickly, and within a month we were both close to perfection. One day, when Mother, Father, Tyson, and I went to a fancy restaurant in Milwaukee, a few miles away from my small hometown. When the waiter asked what I wanted to drink, I held a 'W' to my chin to saw 'water'. I was also starting to read people's lips pretty well, so he looked quite surprised when I used sign language. He signed for me, 'what do you want to eat?' I smiled and pointed to the walnut strawberry salad. I'm a vegetarian ever since I saw my family's cows I knew that it was unfair to kill innocent animals for meat. When the waiter decided to have a conversation with Mother about me, I automatically zoned out. I started looking around the gigantic room, I saw a boy. He looked about 13, and he had the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen. His hair was such a lovely shade of  red-orange. He was staring at me, his bright blue eyes staring into my own, except mine were not even close to how beautiful his were. He started smiling, and then he turned to his family and talked to them for a second. Then he worked his way through the tables towards the front waiting area. He beckoned towards me to come with him. I turn to Mother and signed 'I'm getting quite claustrophobic, is it okay if I go up to the waiting area for a while?' Mother shook her fist repeatedly, for yes. I quietly excuses myself and walked towards the boy. He was sitting on one side of the many love seats, motioning for me to sit on the other.

Hey it's me again ;) I personally do know quite a bit of sign language, and here you go! The fanfic part has begun! Can you guess who it is?