Mute

Part Five

Once again, I sat in the chairs in the lobby with my hands pressed against the sides of my head and I tried my best not to let the tears flow down my face. I could hear her screams echo in my mind, no one else being able to hear them. I could hear her begging, begging for me to by her side, but I couldn't. No one was allowed to go in there while she was in surgery.

Josh reached out for me, but I pushed him away. I didn't want anyone touching me at the moment. Emilia was so young, only a freshmen in highschool and she was going to die. She never finished the story she started to write, I never gotten the chance to read it. It would never be finished. I rested my head on the palm of my hand.

Emilia would never know the feelings I have for her, she would never know that I craved for her touch. She'll never know how much I grown to care for her ever since I had met her. She probably didn't feel the same for me, I knew that for a fact.

I sighed under my breath, I knew this wasn't some fling. I never felt attracted to anyone before, none but her. Yes, I found some girls pretty but I never gave much effort to like them. When I was around Emilia I felt alive, I felt like I was actually somebody.

I think my feelings started when she waited for me when I finished my shift. She waited until it was past her curfew just to walk home with me. Someone actually made an effort to wait me, to be with me. Nobody had ever wanted me around them before and it felt amazing.

I ran my hand through my hair, noticing it was growing vastly but that didn't matter at the moment. Josh whispered something in my ear, saying I should get some sleep and I did. But I kept waking up, I dreamt of Emilia as an angel watching over me - that scared me.

I didn't want Emilia to be an angel.

Not yet, anyway.

Hours passed and the doctor walked out of the room, giving the three of us a small, sad smile. He informed us that she was alive, I sighed in relief but of course there was bad news as well as good news. Her body still wasn't working properly, she had only a couple hours to live as for as they know it. They had yet to tell Emilia, probably because they didn't want to make her even more stressed out.

He allowed us go in the same room as her, but only for a couple of minutes.

She lied on the bed, eyes barely opened as she looked outside the window. She still had yet to notice me, I felt something rise up in my throat but I tried to block it away. I wasn't going to cry in front of her.

Josh cleared his throat and she glanced over at the three of us, she smiled weakly. "Hey..." She muttered, her voice cracking up. I gave her a smile - a real smile as I put my hand in hers. Her eyes widened a little, but still continued to smile as she, too, clutched my hand.

Josh gave me a chair to sit down. Lucy went on the other side of her the bed, grabbing her other hand with tears forming in Lucy's eyes. She wasn't afraid of crying in front of her. "Em, I called the cops." She said through tears. "About your parents, they're going to jail." She smiled, but Emilia had only looked at her. "They won't hurt you anymore."

"Why would you do that?" Emilia demanded. "They're my parents!"

"Emilia - "

"No!" She snapped, wincing. "I can't believe you would do that to my parents. They don't belong in jail!"

I was getting annoyed. I listened Emilia and Josh and Lucy argue back in forth. I was glad that Lucy called the cops on her parents and they finally went to jail - I was so happy but I wasn't happy that Emilia was yelling at them for doing something good.

"They were abusing you, Emilia!" I snapped, my eyes narrowed as I looked at her. The three of them snapped their heads to look at me, surprised and shocked. I am too. I didn't plan on speaking, I haven't spoken in years, I can't remember how many years I spent without talking. I heard myself speaking, my voice was scratchy and it didn't sound normal at all. I was surprised that I still knew how to pronounce words correctly.