Blind And Silenced

My Existence (So Far)

Thirteen, I was just about to start year eight. '2 days to go' my mum chanted and chanted at me trying to excite me as much as possible. We were all sitting around the table, preparing school utensils and stationary, and me being a clumsy shit, fell forward and cut my chest on a pair of scissors. Tears running like a river down my face and the blood slowly seaping down my chest to my stomach, where it clogged up in the bottom of my shirt and top of my shorts. I sprinted as fast as I could down the hallway and sliding into the bathroom, crashing into my small brother, then I remember clearly, everything went numb and silent, small faded glimpses of my brother standing to his feet and my parents running into the room, then it all went red, not black, but red my hair, not quite, I don't remember my hair being so liquidy...
Later that day I woke up, horribly uncomfortable, but I still woke up. I was laying on a hospital bed, watching the daily cartoon catch. Everything was blurry, but I could still hear the familiar voice behind the characters.
After 5 minutes of lonely waiting my parents walked into the room, they must have been worried because the second my mum Sam me she burst into tears and gave me this squelching hug so tight I could feel my bone and meat rubbing together. Then, shit got real. I asked what's wrong, no answer I guess my face was still numb because I couldn't hear myself speak, I tried again but a little bit louder this time, then my mother raised her head and then rested it on my stomach. 'Don't try' she exclaimed, tears still flowing down her face what I asked, I think, I still couldn't hear myself 'no, sweetie just stop' she replied, raising to her feet and wiping the tears away, 'when you fell, the pencil, the one you stuck behind your ear, it stabbed straight through your gum, cheek, tongue and bottom jaw bone'  she told me sounding oh so worried, 'so you are now permanently muted. And blind in the right eye as a results of your smashed glasses. There they go again, those stupid, relentless tears and this time everything went completely blurry, crying with one eye was awkward, but at that moment it didn't matter. I was blind and silenced and my life went from 13 year old dream to 14 year old he'll and it didn't stop then, oh no, three days later some results came back from the cut and it appears they found a small tissue of broken cells in my chest, they then proceeded to do more results and it came out as type 2 breast cancer. Ever since that day, my life has been a fucking misery.
If you guys want more of this book then let me know and if I can get some support then I'll continue?