How are you feeling? Sam wrote on a piece of paper.
Why couldn’t he just ask? Where am I? Why cant I—
Tears started to cloud my vision as my brain started piecing things together. However my heart had yet to accept it.
“What’s wrong with me?” I tried asking, but my ears couldn’t hear my voice.
He took my hand…his eyes said it all.
I shook my head. This couldn’t be happening.
I quickly grabbed for the TV remote and turned it on.
All was quiet.
It had to be the volume. Someone must have just put the TV on mute. I turned it all the way up.
I tried screaming at the top of my lungs
Still no sound.
I grabbed my ears, willing them to hear.
Why could I no longer be comforted by the voice of someone I loved?
I saw others in the hall and wondered what made them so special.Why could they hear whereas I was condemned to a life of silence?
A doctor walked in.
“What are you feeling now?” His whiteboard read.
I erased his words and replaced them with my own…