HIS RETURN

It Hurts. I feel like hundreds of needles are stabbing my chest. I tried to move but to no avail. Then I saw a light, it was bright or should I say white because I couldn't see anything else. A few seconds later it begins to die down and I was able to get a clear glimpse of where I was. I was in a hospital room. Wasn't I supposed to be dead I wondered. I knew it was impossible to survive when a bullet went straight through my head and how many other places I was shot after I died.

I sat up and look at my hand and what I saw startled me. It was a hand of a little boy with different deep cut along his hand. I immediately went to the restroom carefully removing all the needles that hooked me to the machine next to me. I looked at my face in the mirror and saw a 10 year old boy with black and a little bit of white highlight hair, brown eyed, no taller than 4.5ft looking back at me. I was shocked. Could it be I have gone back in time?? Because I remembered this particular moment. I was when my mother passed away. The ten year old me couldn't handle the death of my mother and decided to injure myself trying to divert the pain of losing my mother by cutting myself. I took it a bit too far and cut too deep and I was rushed to the hospital.

As I was having this thought someone tapped me. I jumped because I wasn't used to people sneaking up on me because I was deaf and I didn't have my hearing aid on. I turned around and saw a girl around eleven or twelve looking at me saying something. She had brown hair with a big blue eye. To say she was pretty was the least I could say but of course I didn't find her sexually attractive because I am an adult….. well mentally. I tried to read her lips but she was talking too fast. I kept looking at her when a middle age woman who seemed to be an employee came in saying something to the child along the line why was she disturbing a patient and she should go back to her own room. I focused a bit more and was able to read their lips perfectly. The woman said, "Chloe why would you enter someone else's room that is rude" the girl named Chloe looked up at the woman and said "I was just trying to be his friend but he isn't responding now that's rude." I think the woman was trying not to say I was deaf in front of me because she looked frustrated when she was trying to explain to Chloe I was deaf. So she said, "his not like normal people" I was shocked at how she put it because that was worse than calling a deaf person deaf. I honestly didn't have anything against people calling me deaf as long as they used it in a proper way.

The little girl, Chloe didn't understand what the woman meant so she repeated her question "He is not normal? But he looks normal" she looked me and said, "are you not normal?" I looked her and pointed to my hear and shook my head to signal to her that my hearings were impaired. She looked confused because I replied to her but she dismissed it because she probably figured out I was reading her lips or something along that line.

she looked like she was about to say something but a second later my father came in with a set of hearing aid. He looked at the two people in my room with a questioning look. The two ladies exited the room and my father pointed the hearing aid at me. He doesn't know I can read lips because I learned that at the camp through many effort and curse words hurled in my direction when my hearing aid stopped functioning because my hearing worsened. I knew the moment I put them on my new life will finally begin. I lifted my hand up and took it.