"The pages are still blank but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamouring to become visible."
That quote is my favourite, it was written by Vladimir Nabokov, I love it because it captures the essence of writing, the beauty of the ink stroking the page. Reading is like entering another world, one that you can pause as soon as you put the book down, one that gives you another chance at a better life. In some ways- it's a form of communication. I haven't spoken since I came out of my coma 7 years ago. The truth is- I don't know if I still can. Some scientists say that if you stop using your voice for a long time, it can cause your vocal chords to shut down, however, simple things like swallowing and coughing can stop your voice muscles from atrophying completely.
I became a mute at the age of 8.
One horrifying event shattered my life like a boulder being thrown at a glass window. A terrorist attack in 2013 took away my parents lives and it took away part of mine too. I survived the attack with only second degree burns on my arms and legs and a coma that lasted exactly 42 days. That's because of my Dad. He sacrificed his life to give me mine, as the bomb went off he dove in front of me and took the blow. I remember seeing the life fade slowly out of his eyes, that one piece of shrapnel lodged in his back. That one piece of shrapnel that would have killed me, instead it killed him and left me mute. My mother had survived but died soon after in hospital because of a brain haemorrhage. I was unaware at the time but somehow, I knew when I woke up from my coma that I had woken up an orphan. Since that day, I stopped speaking because I had no one I wanted to speak to. My parents were my best friends and once they were lost in the land of the dead, I became lost in the land of the living. I was lost in such a way that I went to books to seek out a world better than my own. I preferred to distract myself with fiction than dwell on the sadness of reality.
The orphanage was basically a boarding school. The tall brick structure in the middle was where we slept and all the rest of the buildings were where lessons occurred. It was there that I met Lola.
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Okay so that was the first chapter of Maria. Tell me if you liked it or not in the comments. sorry that I haven't carried on with Journey To Heaven but I wasn't really sure on how to continue it. If you have any ideas- please, please share them because I would love to continue writing it.
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Maria
AdventureMaria lost her parents in a terrorist attack, since then she has become a mute. She has not said anything since the day she came out of her coma 7 years ago. She doesn't speak so instead she lets herself be captivated by the adventures of others an...
