5 years ago,I opened my eyes in the hospital.I had broken leg,some scratches on my arms and my knees and a head injury.My entire body was aching.I don't remember how I end up there.I just remembered that me and my parents were supposed to attend a party.
Soon my uncle came to the hospital room and told me that me and my family met with an accident and my parents died and I am only one who survived.I was shocked,tears starts flowing.And I started to question myself in my mind."If that happened,why I don't remeber anything."
I wanted to ask my uncle this but I couldn't utter a word.I tried with all my strength, my hands started to tremble,my veins on my throat were bulging out but nothing came out of my mouth except of gibberish sounds.
It was found that I was diagnosed with Psycogenic dysphonia.So I lost my parents,my voice and my memory in that one fucking day.
My psychogenic dysphonia can be treated with psychiatric help and speech therapy.So my uncle arranged me the best therapist.His name was Zee.But nothing was helping. Nothing could make the pain go away.Nightmares,medicines and that stupid therapy were now the part of my life.My life became hollow.Only thing that keeps me going was my Uncle and my psychiatrist's boyfriend Saint.I escape a little bit of laughs with him but nothing could make the nightmares go away.And the frustration of not remembering anything was making it even worse.What's more depressing was that I was neither responding to psychiatric therapy nor the speech therapy.Instead of hope, fear ,hatred and disbelief was thriving in my heart.So unknown to Zee, Saint and my uncle,I stopped taking the medicines and surprisingly,I felt better.
Soon after I stop my medication,I got my memory back.
My father never consumed alcohol that night.That wasn't just a drink and drive case, it was a hit and run case.I also got my medicines checked.Those medicines have salts which were blocking my acetylcholine,a chemical in the brain that helps send messages between cells.So when acetylcholine is blocked, it causes drowsiness,confusion and restricting my memory to come back.That means Zee had something to do with this.
One night, I decided to tell uncle about it.I went to his study to talk to him but overheard him talking on the phone.
"If you don't help me to get those resort which my brother own.I would let everyone know that your son is behind this accident."
I almost stumbled hearing that.So that means the Uncle who was a father figure to me was behind all this.I went back to the room.I was crying.I couldn'tcontol my emotions.I have lost everything.I was practically cursing my life.Then I saw a bottle of sleeping pills.I didn't know what to do.The pain was unbearable.So I overdosed myself with those pills.My head felt drowsy,my eyelids felt heavy, darkness was taking over my sight,this was the most relaxed I ever feel in past one year.Next thing I remember,I was again at the hospital feeling awful.
People were asking why I have done that but I couldn't tell anyone.Life has given me a second chance to do things better,to face everything with courage instead of running from them.I won't let this opportunity to slip away from my hand.
I have confronted Zee about the medicines but it turns out he has nothing to do with that.My uncle was behind all this.So I asked Zee for help and he agreed.He helped me to trace that phone number .It was found out that call was made from a public booth in Bangkok.
So I worked hard for the next 3 years on my speech therapy and sign language and fortunately I got my voice back but still decided to stay mute to appear as clueless,helpless nephew in front of my Uncle.All I need to do was convince my Uncle to allow me to got to Bangkok.
It took a lot of efforts to convince.I told him Me and Saint want to open the institution for underprivileged kids in Bangkok as it was my parent's dream.He couldn't say no.I am glad that I actually opened the institution,it made me feel good but I know my uncle was monitoring my every step.So I didn't even tell Saint about the plan because he just to naive to understand all this.Me and Zee keeping him stay away from all this in order to protect him.Because I know my uncle is evil.
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unspoken love that echoes(Mewgulf)
Romancestory revolves around a 22 years old gulf kanawaut who lost his parents and his voice in a car accident and decided to go to Bangkok to escape from his bad memories and start a new life where he met Mew suppasit