The Voiceless

 

"MIRANDA!" Mom yelled from the hallway . I angrily ran into my room and slammed my door .

"MIRANDA! WE NEED TO TALK!"  yep, thats gonna work out greaaatt. Just fantastic . I pulled my pillow to my face and began to sob into my pillow . I lifted my face from my pillow and saw my makeup smeared across my pillow . My brother hit the door with four loud slams of his fist . "Miranda!" He called . I slammed my head board in return . "Look , Let me in!" Dean called . I unlocked my door and let Dean in .

"What happened to you?" He asked pulling me into a hug . Dean was two years older , much taller much stronger . I groaned as my ribs cracked . "Sorry." Dean said looking at the ground .

I grabbed my white board that I only used around Dean because he refused to learn Sign Language . Stupid brothers .

MOM DOESN'T UNDERSTAND , SHE TOLD ME WE NEED TO TALK . ITS LIKE SHE FORGETS! GRRRRRR.....

" Look , She would NEVER EVER forget about you . Its impossible to forget ur mute you sign all the time . Man I would hate it if you could talk . You'd never take the time to breathe!" Dean laughed as I slapped his arm . " I'm Kidding , But she's your mother , She would never forget your ehhhhh.... 'condition' "- I hit him again .  Dont call it a condition !- " HEY! but anyway dont worry mom knows about it and has embraced it and used it . Dont worry about someone forgetting . No one could forget ." He soooooo doesn't get it . He is so lousy at advice . I picked up my white board and wrote .

DUDE YOU AREN'T HELPING YOU GIVE BAD ADVICE! SORRY!

No one accepts my condition . ITS NOT A CONDITION! I thought to myself . Okay maybe it is but I am not a special needs person . I am 17 years old and have lived my whole life without speaking a word . I have good friends and none of them are mute but they accept my... speaking issue and they atleast bother to learn sign . It sucks the way my own brother cares less about me then my friends .

Oh my god! Dean was gone and I didn't notice ! I was so deep in thought at the time I must have looked at him like a moron .

I

Hate

My

Life!!!!!!

All I want to do Is talk . Why can't I ? Why did I have to be born different ? Was I a re-encarnated criminal and this is my karma ? Did I do something wrong to deserve being mute ? I dont think so !