A Single Bit Of Sound

The Beginning

It was like a day you wouldn't suspect a bad thing to happen. But something bad did happen. I was shot, in the throat. I survived, but my vocal cords were damaged. They tried everything they could do to fix them, but nothing worked. I tried and tried to make a noise with my voice, still nothing. Not a single bit of sound. I wondered why
someone would do this to me. Why, what did I do? I saw his face, but the police didn’t want to hear me out. I tried to contact them but they said they didn’t want my help. He's still out there. I couldn't bear the fact of him being out there, being free.
I was walking home from school. I was so happy I got a great grade on a big project. I was about to get to a crosswalk but, I couldn't breathe. I stop and I tried and tried but nothing. I brought my hands to my neck and it felt wet. I look at my hands and blood is dripping down my arms. I drop to the floor, staring at it trying to catch my breath. I hear footsteps and look up. I see a weapon in the hand of the person in front of me. I try to get a better look everything starts
to fade. Is this the end? Am I dead?
I wake up in the hospital, I’m still alive? My eyes take a while to adjust. I look out the window, the sky is dark. The room is just white and plain, the lights are bright, the room is cold. I
hear someone crying quietly, I look in the area it was coming from. I see my mom crying without tears. She gave me her mirror and said: “Take a look at your neck.” I open my mouth to talk but nothing. Not a single bit of sound. I took the wrap off and see a "plastic" seal. My IV started to hurt a bit. I look at it and see blood is coming through, I must have lost a lot of blood. I started to think would I have to learn sign language, or could I just write it all down? How much would this impact my life? I have to figure out who shot me, it's a mystery to me. Now that I think about he looked familiar. Who is he? I don't have any clues, just small details of
his face. Oh, and what the weapon looked like. I think it was a gun, a pistol with a suppressor, no sound was heard when the gun was shot. Nobody was investigating this case. I don't know why someone would do this. I need to rest; I had a rough day.

                         ~My dream~
     
I was at home with my mom. She was yelling at me, she pushed me into my room and locked the door. I remember the abuse, the pain, and the depression. I lay down on my bed. I curled up into to a ball and just cried. I sit up and look around. This was my room from when I was 5. My lamp was the only light source, my sheets were pink and torn up. My walls were pink but the paint was chipping. I wish I had a better room, but hey at least I have one. I look around a bit more. My window was covered up. I didn’t have a closet door. I didn't have many clothes either. My toys were in my parents' room, my dad hides them from my mom so she won't break them. My dad always argued with my mom about the what she was doing. My mom hated everything that made me happy. She always ripped up my drawings and broke my color pencils and crayons. I wake up from my dream, I realize what my dream was about and I start to cry a bit. I didn't want to go back to sleep, I was too scared. I wondered why didn't my
dad get custody. I think it was because my mom lied to CPS. Well, and she told me if I told anyone about the way she treated me she’d hurt me. I was only seven when my dad left. I don't have much memory of him. I got up to walk around but I feel something pull me back. I forgot about my IV, I grab the pole of the IV and go into the hallways. I look around to see if I could find a nurse, nothing. I look in one hallway but all there was is a wheelchair, nobody in it. I look in another hallway but there wasn't anything in that hallway. I walk in one hallway to see if there was nurse in that hallway. Nothing but a computer they roll around, but no nurse. I'm hungry, I’ll go see if I can find somewhere with food. I start to walk a bit more. Nobody is around. Where is everyone? I walk back to my room, my mom isn't there. I go to walk out into the hallway but, it looked like I was in my living room at home. I started to hear screaming and yelling. I go to where it's coming from. I see my mom and dad arguing. My mom pushes my dad back from her and he hits the wall. He gets mad and raises his hand. He realizes I'm watching and picks me up and walks away from my mom. My mom follows my dad and pulls my hair and I fall out my dad's arms. I run to the bathroom before my mom can catch me. I look at the mirror and I look like a five-year-old. So this was from when I was five. I don't hear anything anymore. I open the door and everything gets bright. I realize I'm back in the hospital. Someone taps me on the shoulder, I turn around and see a tall man with hazel eyes and brown hair. “Do you know where Daphne Willow is? I asked the nurses what room number she's in but I forgot the number.” He says as he scratches the back of his neck. My eyes widen a bit. I open my mouth to talk but nothing, no sound. Not a single bit of sound. I then start to point to myself. He tilts his head a bit. “ Your Daphne?” His eyes widen as he said that. “I’m your father.” I look at him. Is he really my father? I point at him and mouth the word name. He raises an eyebrow. “I don’t understand.” He says. I mouth the word name again. “My name?” He asks. I nod my head. “My name is Jackson Willow.” I run to hug him but my IV pulls me back. I pull it closer to me then give him a hug. I said I missed you, I wish he could hear me. I start to do the motions of someone eating hopefully he could get what I’m trying to say. “You’re hungry?” he asks. I nod my head. I wish I could talk. I would be able to tell him how much I missed him. We walk to the cafe and eat a bit. I write on napkins and tell him about everything that happened while he was gone, oh and about why I was in the hospital. It was kind of hard for him to read it but still was able to read it. “Together we will find the person who shot you, we will put him behind bars.” He said. I smiled and nodded. Well just when I thought it was the end for me, it was just the beginning