Grayson's pov
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"Okay, Grayson. Try to say something, anything." My therapist said. He looked at me from his seat, waiting for me to try to talk. "Take your time." He reassured me. I nodded and looked around the room, trying to find something that would give me something to say. I realized none of the painting on the walls were going to make me talk, so I pulled out my phone. I know theres one person who could make me talk, they're the reason I'm at my therapist trying to talk again. Angel.
I unlocked my phone and pulled up a picture she and I had taken sometime last week while we were at my house. She looked so pretty with her hair in the two braids.
"Pretend I'm Angel." My therapist insisted. I looked up from my phone, and looked at him. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Nothing came out at all. "Okay, Grayson. Lets try just making simple noises. We can work on talking another time." I nodded my head and put my phone back down.
"When Angel makes you laugh, do you laugh?" He asked, I shook my head.
"I've tried but it just sounded stupid." I signed. He nodded, "try and laugh right now."
"Well I need something funny to laugh at." I signed. He nodded again, "think of something Angel has said, or done that made you laugh. Maybe she made some sort of face that was funny." I thought about all the times Angel has made me laugh internally.
"Just laugh, once." The therapist, looked at me with hoping eyes. He's been trying to help me for the past few years, and now I really want to get this done with. I told him about Angel and how she makes me feel happy. She makes me feel like I can talk. She doesn't treat me differently because of my inability to speak. I told him that she made me feel like I had a voice, and ever since then he's been having me try to talk. We've made slight progress. Only to where I've made a number of four faint noises.
I grabbed my phone, realizing I have a video of Angel and Ethan dancing around her living room, being goofy. It always makes me want to laugh when I see it. I pressed play on the video, allowing it to play with sound. I'm not sure if its the song they're dancing to, the duck song, that makes me laugh, or how horrible of dancers they are. It could be a mixture of both.
I allow myself to let off a laugh. I smiled when I realized I had laughed. After all those years of not laughing, I laughed. A real laugh. It felt amazing.
"There you go!" My therapist sounded happy. I laughed again, but I tried to keep it down from how weird it sounded. "Angel and Ethan will be so happy to hear you laugh. On Monday, come back and we'll work on talking again." He stood up and walked towards the door. I nodded.
"Thank you for helping me." I signed to him. He smiled, "I'm just happy you're trying again." With that, I walked out towards the parking lot so I could go home and show Ethan the progress I've made.
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"Grayson?" Ethan called put from the living room. I heard the big door shut and I got off my bed when I heard Angel's beautiful laugh. I took the stairs down by two and smiled at both of them. They just got off from school, since it'a Friday. I got to leave early for my session.
"So how was your class?" Ethan asked. I hadn't exactly told Angel that I see a therapist a few times a week to help me with my speech.
