When I opened my eyes my hearing was very muffled. Like I had something over my ears. I looked around and I saw Kayla and Samantha on the couch in the corner. I was in the hospital. When they saw that I was awake they hurried over to my side and stared at me. Kayla called for a nurse but I couldn’t really hear her. It sounded so… far away.
A doctor came in and I could see his mouth moving, but the sound was muffled and distant and I just stared confused at him.
"I can’t hear you" I said and I couldn’t even hear my own voice. He looked at me, a bit confused.
"I can’t hear myself" I said and looked at Samantha. She looked really confused as well and the doctor looked at me. Then he picked up a paper and a pen and wrote something down.

You can’t hear anything?

I read the words and then I shook my head. He looked really confused and scratched his chin. Then he wrote something down and gave the paper to me. He asked me to describe what I could hear, or not hear. I wrote down the truth.
"Everything seems distant and muffled… What is wrong with me?" I wrote and he read it. He looked at me and shrugged. Then he wrote down that he would get a MRI to look for possible bleedings in my head. I took a deep breath and nodded. My head hurt and my head was spinning.

- - -

A few hours later my mother and father ran into my room. Any minute now I would get to know about what the MRI showed and I could still not hear anything. To be honest everything was quite now. The sounds wasn’t even muffled now. It was dead quite in my head and around me. Quite. My mother said something and I just looked at her. She then looked angry and i could see that she was scolding me. Like always. Then the doctor came in and stopped her, and my mother looked really surprised and shocked. She stared at the doctor and then she stared shocked at me. I could read one word on her lips. Deaf.

- - -

Apparently I had a bleeding in my brain that somehow made me deaf. The doctors was amazed that I was deaf because I shouldn’t be. The bleeding wasn’t that major. But somehow I had gone deaf. First I thought it was just some stupid joke, because I wouldn’t believe it. Me deaf? No way.
But it was’t a joke. It was real. And I might be deaf for the rest of my life. And I might get my hearing back when the bleeding healed. Only time could tell.

But when a few days went by and I still couldn’t hear anything I started to realize that I was deaf. It wasn’t a joke. There was no joke at all. i was deaf. And luckily for my parents, and our neighbors, we had a soundproof apartment. Because I stood for hours every day and just screamed. Trying to hear my voice. I screamed and screamed until I puked. I felt the vibrations in my throat. I felt the air leaving my lungs and passing out. I felt my scream. I felt it. But I couldn’t hear it. It didn’t matter how much I screamed. I just couldn’t hear myself. I tried to play the guitar but… When I couldn’t hear my own songs I smashed it into the wall. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I smashed my other guitars as well. Nothing helped. Nothing.

- - -

I was sitting on my bed, looking out the window and looking at the streets of New York. I had not been outside for months. I had locked myself away and I hid myself from the world. Kayla and Samantha thought I was in Paris, because apparently that was what my mother said to everyone. That I was in Paris. Boarding school or something. Learning french. Except that I already knew french. I spoke it fluently since my mother was french from the beginning and she thought I should know how to speak it.

My mother walked inside and she looked at me, and I glanced at her. Slowly she walked over to me, picked up a brush and started to brush my hair. It was very long now. Reached me down to my bum, if not even under. It was not shiny and looked dead. Like I felt. Her movements, brushing my hair, soothed me and I closed my eyes. It had been over two months since she even “talked” to me. So this brought tears to my eyes. I could see her smile and she kept on brushing, before she handed me a little note.
"Mairin dear, I have gotten you an opportunity" it said and I looked at her. She had a smile on her face and I swallowed. What had she done? She took the note and wrote something down.
"I have talked to your cousin, Valentino, and he has agreed to take you under his wing" it said. I looked at the note. Tino. My cousin in LA. I swallowed and looked at her.
"He’s a musician, and he would like to spend some time with you" she wrote down and showed me. i looked at it and then I looked outside, down to the streets again. She patted on my shoulder and I glared at her.
"He will come and pick you up tomorrow" the note said and I stared at her. Shocked. He was what?