Violet's P.O.V
You could just tell that summer was coming to an end and so did my patience. I know people "like me" should be proud of who they are and shit but lets cut the crap, the only way for me to function is to listen and the only way I can listen is by having an cochlear implant which isn't possible. So overnight I had scheduled a speech therapist. I didn't want Frank knowing after his huge speech yesterday. It was early in the morning like......well...at least 9 A.M. Which is early for me. It was currently 6 A.M and I planned on using Frank's car. I have tried upon many times to drive by myself. I came out successful on the last try.
Juggling the keys in my hand, I unlock the car as I hurriedly try to get in. As I turn my attention to the car, I feel someone tap my shoulder, I turn to see that it's Amare. She's still in her pajamas as she mouths, "Where are you going?," I knew something or someone would hold me back from my plans. I mouth back, "Speech therapy? If your coming, get in and drive." She rolls her eyes as she grabs the keys from me and shoves me over to the passenger seat. She puts the key into ignition and begins to drive.
I can tell that she is Frank's sister by the way she sings along to the radio. I bet she's an amazing singer, if only I had a voice. This is why I need speech therapy, I need to be social since technically the only friend I have is Frank. I was that kid that wanted to be everyone's best friend, but nobody wanted to be near me plus I didn't know how to read lips back then. Sadly I never ever wanted to learn sign language but I did and sadly I love it. I want to be able to communicate in a different way, in a way where it's what everyone does.
I've noticed that in the beginning of the summer my confidence was at a high, but closely to the end my confidence has gone down. I guess after the death of Andrea, my confidence in my own safety and trust went down. After all the word DEAF was literally just there on the tv screen as if it was some random road attraction. I didn't appreciate it but for some reason hate was taking over my love for the deaf culture. I allowed it to get to this point where I want to change myself. While Amare drove she talked with someone on the phone not even bothering to mouth out the words so I could understand. I wish she would drive faster as well, overall I was quite mad today.
Amare finally turned off her phone and looked to me and smiled. I saw the street the therapist was on and I jerked my right hand to the left for her to park. Amare nodded and parked into the parking spot. After taking out the keys, she looked to me before taking her phone out and typing on it. She then showed me what she wrote,
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
I nodded and I opened the door as we stepped out. I practically ran inside the office and smiling to myself I waved to the receptionist. I guessed that she could sign so I began to sign,
"I'm here for my 9:00 am speech therapy appointment....," I paused because first, she looked like she would die on that spot and two, she said slowly,
"This....is.....not....a......charity,"
I tried to laugh, speak, move, anything. But nothing happened, I mouthed "Sorry" and left the office and Amare saw my face and decided not to speak to me. I took out my single cigarette, I vowed myself ages ago that I would end this habit but it never ever ended, it just began all over again. Shaking, I lit it up and began to take in the smoke thankful for my other senses, still sad that one cannot be used. Even though I worked out on a daily basis, I wasn't healthy. The smoke represented my freedom, birds released from cages and flying off represented me leaving home, the water, well that represented my soul. I took my time as I smoke but then another truck parked in front of me and then came Frank.
I glared at Amare and she shrugged as Frank ran towards me nearly shoving me off the bench as I drop my cigarette. He graps onto me as if I had died. My face is then in his hands as he looks into my eyes, probably wondering what the fuck I was doing in a speech therapist's office. I kiss his cheek nonetheless and take his hands off my cheek.
