When Hate Loves

Mute

Once again I wake up in some strange place but this time around it isn't a hospital,however it is spacious,neatly decorated with a classic

taste-simple yet fancy .The room and it's decor where in shades of grey,black and white. Yep,it was indeed a bedroom and it looked as though it was crafted for royalty or nobility of some sort.

"Tell Mr Heasons she is awake." said a voice of a lady, only then did I realise that there were people in the room and once again I woke up to this dream....well I must say,this is indeed getting interesting. A few minutes after the lady left Mr Heason rushed in,he sat on the bed I was lying on and ordered everyone out."Oh,child don't ever scare me like that...do you hear me?"he wore a very painful expression when he said those words...it sounded so heartfelt,so sincere like he meant it and this just caused me an excruciating pain on my belly,so painful that I involuntarily gasped for air."I never meant to hurt you I just wanted to learn a bit more about your past."he said.Deep down I know if I started talking,narrating my life ...even I wouldn't be able to make it through a single chapter because it all just feels like a second ago.And deep down this still feels like a dream because I still can't figure out how I ended up here...this huge mansion,with this man who seems to have the care equivalent to that of a father.Not that I ever experienced anything like it,to him...my father I doubt if he even knew my name,I was just another extension in his home.

Oh,how lucky Mr Heasons children are to have him as a father. Life isn't fair right?well there wasn't any rule written in the stars saying it should be to even begin with so well it is what it is.He then helps me to sit up and puts a pillow behind me,the doctor walks in ,he greets and they start talking about something and I still remain mute.

"Hi,how are you feeling now?" the doctor addresses me personally and again I keep quiet.

"She hasn't uttered a word since from hospital." he tries to explain.The doctor signals Mr Heasons that they need to talk.They move slightly away but I can still quite hear what they are saying.

"Her not talking is quite concerning considering the conditions we found her under."says the doctor.

"You think she may...have lost her voice as in,she can't talk anymore?"

"It is possible but for now till further development let's just assume she's still scared,a new environment and all."

They continue talking as they slowly move torwards the door and out of the room.

I never really thought I was mute but still I never wanted to find out whether I was.After all I don't really have anything worth saying all I can tell is pain and I hate pity so being mute just sounds more like a more convenient solution.

A lady later came in and started packing "things" that were supposedly mine. Sitting on the bed silently looking at them I just saw them not worthy of being mine as though they deserved a better owner,one of class and some type of worth...it's somewhere between those thoughts that I realise that I'm not dreaming and all of this truly is happening...and it's all happening to me...strange....