Jesse
Being deaf is one thing, but also being mute is another, growing up I suffered from this terrible thing after an accident that occured when I was three years old, my mom never really wanted to explain what had happened that night, because at first she wanted to figure out how I would be able to communicate with my loved ones.. As I got older I usually wrote down my thoughts and ideas on paper, soon enough I was able to learn sign language with a private teacher, I also learned how to read people's lips when they spoke, sure, it seems quite impossible, but I guess I did that.. I stared at the window across from my bed, now that Im stuck in the hospital, I might as well try to do whatever I can to entertain myself.. How did I get here exactly?
His name was Romeo, an ex of mine, we were together for sometime, but our break up really hit him in the face, as crazy as it was, he was already very insane.. I realized quite too late, he did so many creepy things that I got use to it and just shrugged off his unusual behavior, one day, he took it way too far, and I was done, I left him and moved in a small house, 3 hours away from that maniac, I had a neighbor Olivia Briton, she was sweet.. And very thoughtful, fast forward months later, I was completely settled and happy with my new life
I was cooking and preparing a small get together with Olivia, she said she wouldn't arrive until later, but after awhile I became worried and texted her, but she never replied like she always had, I decided to go to her house and see what she was doing, but to my horror, her dead body laid helplessly on the concrete next to my slashed car tires
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