She had lost her voice at a very young age. She was attacked by strangers and in the process they ruined her vocal box. Her mother had cried when she came home all bloodied and bruised. Her mother began to weep when she opened her mouth to say something, but nothing had come out. She struggled to speak her feelings, to tell the world how she felt. She tried so hard to get her vocals back, she tried so hard to tell someone how she felt, but they didn’t know what she said.
Inside her mind she could scream when she was angry. Inside her mind she could laugh when she was happy. Inside her mind she could cry when she was sad. Inside her mind she could sing along to songs when she heard their familiar tunes. Inside her mind she could speak of her deepest feelings and secrets.
“Hey,” he said as he sat next to her on the field. She gave him a smile of acknowledgement as she watched the grass sway with the wind and the birds fly across the sky. They did this everyday, sitting on the highest point of the fields looking down at everything below them.
“Did you know today’s the last day that the birds will be here until next year?” He said as he heard them sing while passing by. She looked at him in shock and then waved to fading birds.
“Why?” she silently asked.
“Migration, soon it’ll be to cold for the birds to survive here. So they fly off to somewhere warmer where they’ll be happier,” he said answering back the question he knew she asked. She gave him a nod of understanding and looked at the empty trees. She frowned at the quietness of the fields. He watched her eyes and read her emotions like an open book. If only she opened up a little more he could read the words she felt. She pointed to the empty field and looked at him with the frown still on her face.
“It’s empty” she silently stated.
“Yea, it is empty without the birds, but they come back every year,” he smiled. She tilted her head as questions raced through her head. Her eyes continued to stare into his in hope. Could he hear her? She pointed to the bare trees.
“It’s dull,” she silently stated again this time waiting for his answer. He stared at her with his eyebrows raised.
“I know, but the trees become dull so when winter comes everything can be white and covered in snow. It’s just as beautiful as golden and red leaves,” he said answering the statement her eyes said. She looked at him with a shocked expression.
“Can you hear me?” she said screaming in silence. He only smiled and nodded his head.
“Only if you tell me,” he said. She gave him a wide smile and told her stories with her eyes.