Okay, so last night I wrote six pages of Unmuted. SIX freaking pages! I know it doesn't seem like much, but compared to the years of no pages it's a lot. I missed these characters and so I began to write. Here's a spicy sneak peak:
"Attilia Bion, huh?" he breathes a laugh and nudges me lamely. "You know I never realized that I didn't know your full name until well, my father said it."
And he still did not. It made me feel bad. Not even a week ago this man accepted me -- a mute stranger, into his home, not knowing anything about me. He was not told my name, he did not know my past, he did not even know why I had nowhere to stay. It did not matter to him. He let me into his life and basically risked it by allowing me to stay, and yet he did not know something as simple as my name. I wanted to tell him the truth, and so I did.
"Jourdin." I am not even sure if I had even said anything. My voice was far away, muffled by all the other thoughts that were bouncing around in my head.
"Is that your middle name? Attilia Jourdin Bion?"
I inhaled sharply. "No," I breathed. "Jourdin Bion. My name is Jourdin, just Jourdin."
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