Whats it like not being able to talk? To say what's on your mind? Express your feelings through words? Unexplainable.
My name is Kathryn and I am mute. I'm 17 years old and it was 10 years ago when I lost my ability to talk. I was 7 years old and my dad used to beat me, one day he sliced my throat open with a knife. Of course he got arrested, but now I'm silent. Beautifully silent.
Days at school are normal. I have my dry-erase board to answer questions that the teacher might ask and I'm completely normal to every teacher. My peers are a whole different story. I have no friends. I used to until the accident. Who would want to be friends with someone who can't talk? It would be like talking to a wall. I learned to accept the fact that I am not normal, nor will I ever be normal, nor do I feel normal. I'm 'unique' as my mom would say. I'm not 'unique', I'm a freak. And this is my story.
Sorry guys I'm writing on my ipodtouch so sorry for the mistakes
I woke up this morning with the same glum face I always have. The sun shined right in my eyes, if I could sigh I would, but instead I had to deal with the silence. It was the first day back at school. I'm not one to be excited. Most people can't wait to see whats different about there friends, I on the other hand don't have any. I got out of my warm protected bed sheets and put my slippers on. It is cold in Canada, with this weather we might all turn to popsicles. I went to the bathroom and took a nice warm shower.
"Hurry up Kathryn!" My mom yelled from downstairs. A normal teenage daughter would have yelled back in a snobby attitude. I can't. So instead I just banged on the wall three times to let my mother know I understood. I walked out of the shower and quickly dried my hair and curled it. I put mascara on and made my bangs go right over one of my eyes. At school, my hair was the only thing that could protect me; it would shield me away from everyone. You just drape it over your face and BAM, no one can make eye contact with you. I put on my favorite t-shirt, it was Paramore, and I put on my red skinny's. As I was walking out of my bedroom, I grabbed a hoodie that was draped over a chair.
"Hi sweetie!" My mom said nicely.
I just waved.
"Are you excited for school?" She asked. I gave her one of those 'are you kidding?' looks.
"I know it's hard for you, just try to make friends." My mom continued. I grabbed my white-board and wrote 'Mom, I've tried. Believe me. No one wants anything to do with the girl who doesn't talk.'
She gave me a skeptical look.
"Maybe you should just try to speak; you haven't even tried since the accident." Mom said. I looked at her carefully. Its not that I don want to speak, I'm just scared. It's been so long, what happens if I can speak but I waste the one time I can and then I will never be able to. I looked into my mothers eyes; she had the look of hope in them. I mentally sighed and nodded at her.
I opened my mouth to say 'I love you mom'. Nothing. Not even a sound. Tears welded up in my eyes. I quickly grabbed my lunch bag and ran out of the door.