23 October 2012
Part 3 ---------
It suddenly became cold, her eyes flickered open. "She's awake!" I heard someone shout, it sounded as if they were miles away. Half a dozen people or so came running into the dim room, I was freezing, where was my coat. One of inspectors came closer to me, she was a plump woman not very tall but had quiet a calm expression on her face. Where was I? I opened my mouth and asked the simple question, my lips moved the sound flowing out. No one replied. I repeated myself. "Oh dear god! She's mute." It took me a few seconds to process this. Sorry what! Why couldn't they hear me! I soon realised I was hearing myself from inside my head. As a tear formed in my right eye I took several deep breaths. Maybe my voice would come back, maybe it was just a sore throat! My eyes became heavy, I slowly fell asleep.
This happened routinely for the next few days, I cried, I ate the plump lady's soup and I slept, this couldn't be my life.
That was when I decided, I needed to leave. I pulled myself off the small straw bedded mattress and got to my feet. The small bedside light burned my eyes. It glared at me watching y every small step over to the door. I gave it a slight death state before opening the door expecting to walk into a small living room or hallway. I felt my eyes simmer in their sockets. I mouthed "Where the hell am I!"
Unspoken • Opuss № I