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Silence is deadening. It echoes through our bodies the most horrible situations. It chills us to the bone. Silence, the scariest of sounds because it is absence of sound. It is what we hear when we are alone, no one near. Isolated. When there is no one for us to be with. Silence is the thing that we fight out hardest to avoid. We fill out lives with meaningless noise if it means escaping any moments of it.
Being speechless is one thing, remaining silent is another.
We constantly speak opinions if it means filling a void. We spill meaningless words that no one cares to hear but we feel heard because they were simply stated aloud. Those who remain silent do it as a choice. They choose to fall into the shadows and never have them be heard.
My name is Gwendolyn Walker, and I am silent. Alone. Hated. Speechless.
It's been 14 years since I last spoke.
14 years since I last uttered a single word.
I am unable to speak.
I am unable to share my opinions even if I chose to do so.
My name is Gwendolyn Walker, and I am mute. I was born normal, like every other little kid, I made noise from the moment I left my mothers stomach, whether that may be screaming, crying, or just incomprehensible babble. I was average, learned how to walk perfectly on time, I said mama and dada like every other child.
Then I turned two.
I've been told this story many times, and now, I absolutely despise speaking of it again.
It was a sunny and a very beautiful summer day. I was on out play set in our backyard while my mother was siting on the porch, her eyes always watching me. My older sister - Becky - called for my mother and she turned for a split second. While she wasn't watching I fell off the side of the slide.
I hit my head right on the metal bar that held everything up. My mother came rushing to my side, but I was all ready unconscious, unmoving.They took me to the hospital where they said that I had managed to hit my Broca's area of my brain which controls speech and language.
I never spoke again that day. For the rest of my life.
When I awoke at home, I opened my mouth to say something but no noise was made.
And with that my family broke up.
Since then I had to learn how to communicate with others. I had learned sign language but never liked to use it. People always stared and whispered in public.
My mother became overprotective and paranoid.
My father left us when I was five, he shut my mother out for years until he left for his ex.
Becky became bitter and angry because she thought I got all of the attention. So, when she turned 18 she ran away from home.
My fall altered the course of not only my life, but my familys life.
We haven't been the same for 14 years.
I thought that life would remain that way for the rest of time.
Changed from my early years, but still the same.
The daily struggles to be normal and to be able to communicate.
The same people staring.
The same old town.
The same old life.
Then my mother decided we need to change of scenery and i was forcibly removed from school and shipped half way across the country to start a new school in a new town.
But this was only the beginning of the changes i would experience.
My life was forever changed once more when i met a boy who was just as misunderstood as i was.
My life was forever changed when i met Harry Styles.
