I was born with a little imperfection. I am mute. My mother, the ones who delivered me into the world didn’t realize it until I was two years old. My last name is Cullen but I never know I had a father until I was five years old. She once said that my father was gone to somewhere else and him never coming back. I knew the truth when I was ten. He’s dead.
My mother was never complains to the God about my imperfection. She said it was a gift. I am her gift. But does she really know the truth? That I truly have a gift? Well, I never tell her and I never will. It all started when I was five years old. At first, it was started with a slow voice – more to whisper. Whenever I came near to someone, I can hear that voice. Whenever a girl cried because a boy, I can hear her anger. Whenever someone thought of the dirty things, I can hear it.
I can hear everything.
After I was twelve years old, the whispers, the slow voice, suddenly became louder. It was overwhelming me. Sometimes, when I was sleeping, I woke up, shocked and trembled because of those voices. It can be a happy thoughts, it can be an anger cursing, it can be a screams, it can be a beautiful dream, it can be a nightmare, it can be vulgar (sometimes) and it also can be a lullaby.
But the truth is it was never enough. It never stops and it won’t stop. I was living in a scary world of thoughts – because of my gift. For someone who still doesn’t understand, I actually can read others thoughts. And I never asked for it.
Because of my gift, I became rebellious kid. I hate live in this world – l doesn’t want live in others expectation. Thank god I can’t hear my mother thoughts – I don’t need another burden to bear. It was so frustrating – at first it was more to arousing hatred – when hearing others person thoughts. Whenever I hear someone cursing or insulting me – they no need to spell it, they just said it in their minds and my hands couldn’t stop. I will let out my anger to him – I don’t hit girls because I respect my mother – and my mother will ask why. I’m usually just kept it secret and my mother never asks me again until I got hurt.
My mother raised me alone. We don’t need help and I don’t want help from anyone. I have a big ego and I appreciated it. I love her more from anyone else. She would lend me a shoulder whenever I need a shoulder to cry, she would kiss me on my forehead every time I go to sleep, and she would lend me the ears whenever I need someone to talk; she was everything to me. She is my mother, my hero and my life.
Maybe that’s the reason why I never had a friend.
Until one day, I met someone.
I hate library and I never walk into the library before. It was a tense day, my math test went bad and I got into fight with a bunch of boys. The teacher thought I was the one who started it but how can’t I ignore them for mocking me? Yes, they didn’t say it out loud but it was pretty disturbing when you can hear it again and again in their mind.
For the short story, I was sent by teacher to the library. He said it was my sentence. I have to go there and met a librarian and help her with her chorus. I took it without any complaint and I went to the library. At there, I can only see a bunch of geeks and the quiet students. The only thing that was heard is the sound of book sheet bolted. If that was not creepy enough, then I shall say that the librarian I supposed to meet before is my classmate. When I saw her for the first time, I couldn’t remember her name – I just thought I had seen her in my class before.
I walked to her. I am mute so I just stared at her. She didn’t notice, though. Time passing by and she still didn’t realize me. I guess she was so busy with her works. She was sat on the chair and was drew something on the slice of paper. She was so focus. I was stood behind her – careful not to make any sounds – until someone called her.
“Adelaine,” A girl from who-know-where suddenly appeared in the library.
Everyone stared at her as she walked as fast as she could to the girl that called Adelaine. Adelaine looked up – but still not noticing me – and smiled at her. I can see it from the back and I thought immediately, that was a beautiful smile. “Kara,” She greets her. Her voice was euphemistically and that made my heart beats fast. For some reasons, I don’t know why.
Kara was lot taller than Adelaine and she has a brown colored pair of eyes. She also had a brunette short hair. In other hand, Adelaine has soft blue eyes, with her blonde long hair – she was different than me. My eyes were greenish and my hair is black-charcoal colored hair. I never was being wanted when I was at school.
Kara looked at me but not saying anything. What he was doing in here? But I still can hear her thoughts.
Her eyes went to Adelaine. “I tried to find you in the places that human can actually live and here, I found you.”
She looks apologetic. “I’m sorry. I’m busy with my chorus, Kara. I still am waiting for someone who could help me with my chorus well, that’s what Mr. Grover told me. But he or she still doesn’t come yet.” Her eyes looked directly to Kara.
What? Who? Oh, maybe this guy? Edward Cullen? Nah, he looks like a gangster, with that untied tie and unbutton shirt. I guess he came here for his detention? Well, he does deserve it.
Wow, she knows me? I am that popular? I thought in my mind and smug.
“You mean him?” Kara was pointing her finger to me. Adelaine turned back and she shocked. I looked at her but I didn’t know what to do. Give her a smile? No way. Say hi? Hey, I couldn’t speak. What else? Oh, maybe I could at least shake her hand; give my first impression to her. I raised my hand to greet her and with a careful gesture, she took my hand. I felt cold, her hand was cold.
Slowly and gently, she smiled at me.
That was a first time I ever laid my eyes on her face. She is a beautiful girl. “Hmm, well, actually, Adelaine,” – Kara’s voice made she took her hand back – “I want to tell you that your father was waiting for you in Teachers’ Room. He wants to meet you.”
Adelaine nodded once. “Okay.”
Kara left after said goodbye to her and I can still hear those thoughts in her mind. I leave her with this guy. Will she going to be alright? She was worried about her friend but I am not monster – I am not eating human.
Adelaine looked at me back. Her face was happy. I don’t know why. “My name is Adelaine Swan. Your name is Edward Cullen, am I right? Oh, I didn’t know that you are the student that Mr. Grover had said before.”
Oh, how polite she is. She’s absolutely better than me.
I nodded. I guess she also knew that I am mute. I took the paper on the table without realizing that something else on that table. It was a draw. A dress design is more correct. She cried and took the paper from the table. “Don’t see it!”
It’s that warn? I thought about it and took my hand back as she held the paper to her chest – looks like she doesn’t want to let it go. I took the other blank paper on the table and wrote two words, “I’m sorry.” Then I handed the paper to her. She took it and read. A smile was drawn on her face.
“It’s okay,” she said.
I wrote again, “Was that your draw?”
She nodded. “Yes. It’s not so beautiful so I’m little bit ashamed.”
I smiled. “No it is. It is beautiful. You have a gift.” was that I wrote on that paper. She blushed after read my words. “Hmm, I leave you here for now. I want meet my father. Would you wait?” Her voice seemed hopeful. I nodded. Then she walked to the door and left me in the library.
I never expect a girl would meet me again. Not when they meet Edward Cullen – the most dangerous guy in the school. I had into fights for almost every day, I had been in detention class for many times – sorry, I didn’t count – and I am mute. No one ever wants to stay and to know me better. They just leave. They always leave.
She was the first who stay.
