Muted

S. O. S

Survival it's one of our bodies natural side effects to being in a hostile situation. That is what I did. I survived where and when I probably shouldn't have. In response to what happened to me though I decided it was best to just be mute. I never really liked talking or singing really either and I had no friends who would mind so it was as you would say a coping mechanism. I learned that sometimes pain is what wakes us up. Now I know your wondering who is this and what does S. O. S mean? Well basically I'm Siren Olivia Smith or as everyone calls me SOS. My life has never been a fairytale or a cliche in fact I am ordinarily extraordinary. I have few accomplishments and even fewer people who know my name. Other than my few teachers who are required to know my name is my dog Zandra. Yes I know I shouldn't count my dog and my number is quite pathetic, but like I said earlier I'm extraordinarily ordinary. Or was it the other way around? Ahh who knows anymore about what I say? Seriously I have worked for two years now at a run down thrift store and my boss still forgets my name.
Anyways my whole epidemic that had me calling and SOS was my new neighbor. Now I have had people come and go for years, but none of them bothered to learn my name. I was grateful for that I don't want people to notice me they cause to much drama and pain. He left me a note on my door asking if I want to go to his apartment for a party at exactly seven tonight. Of course I'm not going to go why would I? Its not like I can talk to him or like he would like to talk to me! Currently though I am experiencing an SOS though because the party is over, and this time instead a not being taped to my door the note was slid under it carefully. I haven't read it yet, but I fell like I owe it to the stranger to not just throw it out. For the first time in a long while I wanted to respond to what something someone said or did. This might be normal for people who talk to others on a regular basis, but I haven't talked to anyone in thirteen years! Finally I put down the letter and decide I will open it as soon as I have a cup of tea to calm me down while I read it.
Walking into my circular kitchen I take the kettle an fill it up before placing it on the stove. whole that starts to boil I reach on my tippy toes for one of my mugs when I hear a knock on the door. It must be my landlord I thought with a grim smile who else would knock on my door especially after 8:00 at night. Grabbing a mug I set it down on the counter before walking towards the door. Where some taps the door twice. Quickly making my way over there I pick up my iPad and go on to the app that lets you type in what you want to say and then speaks for you. I open my door without even looking through the peep hole to find a strange man standing there. Looking him over I try to make notice of any hidden weapons but come across none so I motion him inside. After he steps in I close the door and quickly show him to the couch while I finish my tea. I do everything at double the pace not wanting him in my apartment for longer than needed. Grabbing my tea I go and sit down right in front of the strange man. I want to confront him, but I will let him go first.
"So I bet you're wondering who I am." said the new man in front of me. I write on my notepad quickly "Yeah I kind of would like to know that!"
"Well my name is Forrest Cooper and I understand that you have been living alone successfully for quite some time. My son has just moved in next door and I was wondering if you could help him figure out how to live on his own. I won't be here and he needs to have someone be able to watch over him. Will you do this?"
I stare blankly at him for about five seconds before I write down "How old is he?"
I didn't want to deal with him if he was any older than sixteen. Why would I want to deal with some hormonal teenager who can figure stuff out on his own. "He is seven years old, and a complete genius determined to make it on his own. I just want to know he will always have someone near him he can trust." The kid is seven! seven well now the strange man looks less like a business man and more like a worried father. Not even realizing I wrote down a word that forever changed life...
I wrote yes showed and then went through a three hour conversation. When I went to bed that night my hand was sore and I had a smile on my face...