mute man | Septiplier

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I woke up to the calming, soothing sounds of rain pattering on my window. I was on my bed. Completely dressed. With my circular glasses still on.

I've been stressed ever since last week when the therapist said she was gonna have someone translate for me. I didn't want the person to hurt me. I didn't want to fall in love with another person. I didn't want to be tricked.

I sighed and glared at the clock. 1:53 PM. I groaned in distress as  I had stayed up the previous night, worrying over the new person in my life. I had to get dressed since my appointment is at three.

I turned on the shower and stripped. I let the warmth, comforting almost, of the shower hit my back. I ran a hand through my hair and cleaned myself up. I got out and dressed in a all black outfit with roses on the jeans, shoes and shirt and I put a huge black trenchcoat on.

Do I really wanna introduce myself in this garbage?

I shook off the thought. I looked fine. I gathered my things and walked out of the house and into my car.

It was a drozy day. It was quiet but noisey at the same time. People weren't really out due to the rain and traffic was okay since it was late.

I got to the therapists office. I was a couple minutes late but it wasn't awfully late.

Ms.Ella stood outside her office. "Mark! I was getting worried you weren't coming! Well I have your translator!" She smiled an almost fake smile. I nodded with uncertainty.

I started to shake a little as I was nervous. I took Shakey breaths and slowly walked in.

The man had brown hair that was almost spikey but swervey.

He had baby blue eyes and wore a green jacket with a velvet red inside. He wore black skinny jeans and black shirt with black shoes.

I couldn't tell if he was a colorful person or a depressing person.

First impression clothes: indecisive.

He smiled at me. His smile was very welcoming and warm. He seemed like a happy person.

"Hello Mark!" His voice came out with a thick Irish accent. I was almost shocked when it came out.

He seemed happy and cheerful

Tone: Happy.

I smiled at him. "So Mark, this is Seàn Mcloughlin!" She gestured towards the man that was referred to as Seàn. "You can call me Jack." Seán or Jack said.

I sat down on the couch and Ms.Ella copied. "so Mark when did you decide to become mute?" Jack asked.

About three years now.
He nodded.
"Do you like being mute?"

Why do you ask?
"I was just wondering. I'm sorry."
He sounded sincere.

Yes. I like being mute. But sometimes it's not the greatest.
He nodded.
"Have you had a translator before?"

Yes.
Jack didn't break eye contact. It was like he was anyalyzing my being. Like he was taking my soul away from me.
"Were they good?"

I didn't respond.
"Mark?" Ms.Ella chimed in.
I didn't respond.
"Mark? Are you okay?" Ms.Ella said worriedly.
I started to tune it all out. The voices soon became mumbles as I sat there. My mind full  of the awful things that's happened with her.
Love.
Hate.
Tricks.
Lies.
Breaking.
Heart break.
Used.
Manipulated.
Hurt.
Abandoned.

I broke.
I broke in front of this man I had just met.
The sweet man that is just a translator.
He came over quickly and hugged me.
Why was he being so nice?

He sat there and hugged me while I cried into his shoulder.

"It's okay. I'm here"

He acted like I've known him for years.
He cradled me in his arms.
I felt at peace.
Finally.

Jack held me close until it was time to go. I walked out and he followed.

Where do you live?
I wrote down on a my notebook
He almost laughed
"I'm more of a traveler ya know? I sleep in hotels and all and eat fast food. I just needed somewhere that I'd know I'll be okay and stable at. So I got a job here. And now here I am. I still don't have a house. But my car is fine!"
I looked at him stunned

Live with me.
He shook his head.
"No, no I couldn't."

Please.
I looked at him with pleading eyes
"Fine" he groaned.
I cheered in excitement.

He laughed like a child at Disney. Full of excitement. Full of wonder.