My Muted Music Love

Chapter One

Chapter 1

Elizabeth

I walk out of the building, with my hand in my mom's. Her and dad are talking about how great I was at the recital. I was playing the piano, and according to them, I was really good. I had finally learned how to play "Mama" by Pyotr Tchaikovsky. It had taken a while for me to get it, but I finally did. I was so proud of myself that I had decided to play this song on the piano.

I love to play many different instruments. My favourite by far is the piano. The feeling of your fingers effortlessly moving about the keys. Making a beautiful sound that others can listen to. Being able to listen to the different notes coming from the keys, and being able to say that you created the sound. It's nothing like I ever experienced.

My moment was cut short when we had to cross the busy street. It all seemed as though it was happening in slow motion. The light turning red, and we start crossing. Then, a car didn't slow down. It seemed like it was going faster and faster . I screamed, not knowing what to do. My mom had saw the car first and pushed my dad and I out of the way.

Before my mom could get out of the way herself, the car had hit her. She had flung onto the windshield and the car still didn't stop. Her body slid off and the car ran over her body and disappeared. My dad ran over to my mom's body, while I tried to follow him. I tripped over my shoelace and fell. I scraped my elbow and looked at it, but my head snapped up when I heard a car honking.

The light had turned green, and the cars started up again. I screamed for my dad to move out of the way, and tried to get up. By the time I did, it was too late. A car had hit my dad. He had fell on top of my mother, while cars kept driving on top of their bodies. I tried to get to where they were, but the cars were blocking my way.

So, I had just sat there crying. I screamed and cried for what seemed like hours, but was probably ten minutes. The police had came and gotten the cars to move away from my parents' bodies. I ran up to their bodies and almost fainted at the sight. My mom's eyes were missing. She has cuts on her whole body. There are tire tracks all over her. Her clothes are so ripped up, you can barely see them there.

My dad isn't any better. His spine is sticking out, showing that he broke it. He has rocks all over his skin. His arms are obviously broken, while I can only see one of his legs. His bottom lip is swollen, while a chunk of his upper lip is gone. I feel bile slowly rise up my throat at this sight, but I swallow it down.

"They're dead." Somebody declared.

That's when I lost it. I fell on my knees and screamed. I screamed as loud as I possibly could, then broke out into a fit of sobs. I kept crying and sobbing, while a stranger is trying to comfort me. They're dead. My parents, my sweet, kind, loving parents, are dead. Why did they have to die? What did I do to deserve this? I kept crying until I couldn't cry anymore. I just sat there numb. A police officer had decided that now is a good time to talk to me.

"Hey, are these your parents?" He asked.

I tried to answer him, but nothing came out. I tried to speak again, but no sound had came out. After a few more attempts, I gave up. So, I just nodded my head. The officer had probably realized that I couldn't speak because he looked at me with sympathy in his eyes, and left.

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I woke up with a silent scream. I still sometimes have this dream, at least it isn't as often as it used to be. I look at the clock and it says that it is five forty-two. Knowing that I won't be able to go back to sleep, I get up. I see my guitar at the corner of the room, and pick it up. I don't play the piano anymore. Whenever I get near one, I am reminded of the accident and how if I never went to the recital, they would be alive.

After the accident, I was sent to the doctor and they had declared me mute. Something about Selective Mutism, whatever that is supposed to mean. Well since my parents had died, another one of my family members had to take care of me. Too bad none of them wanted me. I guess it was because I was mute. So I live in an orphanage until I am eighteen, two more years. This is actually my fifth orphanage. I kind of gotten used to the system.

I put my guitar back, and get ready for my first day of school. It doesn't matter what I wear because it's not like I'm gonna make any friends. I'm always the loner girl or the weird mute freak. Why would this school be any different? I decide to wear a pair of boot cut jeans that has a few dirt stains on them. A worn out shirt that says "I love music", with my thin jacket on top.

I head to the kitchen to make everybody breakfast. A couple of people I pass say hi and I politely wave back at them. Once I get to the kitchen, I start cooking. I make eggs, oatmeal, pancakes, and bacon. I then, take out the orange juice bottle and leave it on the table. They can pour it themselves. I grab a couple of crackers and eat them on my way out. I stop when a see a folded note. I pick it up and read what's on there,

Dear teacher/ faculty/ staff member,

 

As you can see, you have a new student. Her name is Elizabeth Blake. I am sure that you would want her to present herself to class. If not, you would probably like her to speak. Well, she unfortunately can not speak. She has been mute since the age of thirteen. We would put her in a special program, but she refuses to go. She is actually a very intelligent student, and I have no doubt that she would do perfectly well in her classes. So, all we ask of you is to not put her in a situation where she has to speak in public. Thank you.

- The Brephotrophium Orphanage

They are so considerate aren't they. I sighed as I took the note with me. Time for my first day of school.