To say I am bored is undereating my situation. All I do is sit and wait and do therapy and then back to sit and wait. I have no phone or laptop or a tv or anything to keep me entertained. All I do is look at the brown ceiling. I can't even sleep anymore,I have already slept more than enough. I can finally walk after months of therapy but my speech is not getting any better even after the therapist was changed. This new one is calm and gives me confidence that I will talk again and I kind off believe him. He is patient with me unlike the previous one.
It's been already six month, that is only my estimation in my head, and nothing from my mother or Taylor, he has been avoiding me like a plague.
Today I decided to tour the house, or rather the mansion and now here I am with my a bit wobbly legs, I still walk like a child learning how to walk. I head first to the kitchen and open the fridge, I know j am not supposed to do it but I am hungry and for me to eat I have to wait till lunch hour which is four hours away. How I found the kitchen is easy, that is if you count me opening every door in the first floor. I look at it from top to bottom and find apples, at least I can have one while waiting till they decide to cook. I bend down to take it only for someone to speak behind me and it sterled me I fell on my butt, I turn to glare at the human behind me and give them a piece of my mindonly to turn and lock eyes with Taylor. How am I supposed to give him a piece of my mind?
I look away as fast as I can.
"What are you doing out of your room?"
I look up while trying to stand up.
I just look at him in fear, I want to tell him I am sorry, I wish I can but I can't sk I give him a pitiful face. I pray deel down he doesn't have me thrown out. He looks at me for a while and chuckles seeing my face, Fuck! That smile is mesmerizing.calm down Ruby. I scold my inner self for thinking such things.
"You can go around the house if you like...just don't go to the basement or my room..."
I nod looking down and he leaves. I wish I could talk now but my brain just isn't cooperating. That is what happens when you have a brain that works on its own rules.i really hate that I can't talk, I will make sure I change that soon.