Saving My Broken Mute Novels & Stories

Mukgu was yelling inside her apartment unit while sobbing so hard. After breaking down, she held onto her desk and then stood up. She then sat down again and moved the mouse to see the monitor screen again. It was still Mingchan, smiling from the computer screen. Mukgu’s chest was tightening again. “It really hurts, Mingchan. Why are you requesting me not to cry while you are hurting me huh?!” Mukgu was talking to Mingchan’s image on the computer screen. She then closed that window and went to the SOS website to contact Zuno.

I jerked my head back, my shoulders hitting the headboard. The doctor stopped. He lowered his hand and looked over his shoulder at Killian. "Based on what you told me this morning, Mr. Alatorre," the doctor said quietly, his voice perfectly measured. "The vocal cords are physically intact. Her mutism has always been psychogenic. Deep psychological trauma locked the voice away. It appears an extreme spike in panic—a new, overwhelming trauma—temporarily broke through that mental block." Killian stared at me. He didn't say a word.

--- His Voice Lowers “I don’t need to control it.” --- A Beat “I just need to end it.” --- That Changes Everything --- Aria Realizes First “He’s not trying to fix it…” --- Cassian Finishes It “He’s trying to shut everything down.” --- Total System Termination --- The Screen Flashes “CORE SHUTDOWN SEQUENCE INITIATED.” --- Aria’s Heart Drops “No.” --- Cassian Turns to Her “If that completes—” --- She Cuts In “Everything connected to it collapses.”

I moved my fingers, asking him if he understood sign language. “Of course I do pretty woman,” He grinned. I dropped my hands slowly as I was overcome by awe. He understood each and every single hand movements I made, even more than Aiden did. “I am sure you are wondering how I understand sign language. It is because I was once like you, a mute.” I rose up from the floor, my widened eyes fixed on him as amazement washed over me. He was mute, but how is it possible that he could talk?

At least let me refresh the phone and remove it from the ……record……Yeah nice try, but I’m not giving you the phone not till after the movie……This is the second movie we are watching……Sit back and relax "This was our conversation last night," I said after I paused the audio. I scrolled on to the last one and pressed play Shhhh……Mick… I’m …..so happy ……to see you…. Mick…. Who are you….. "The audio is cracking, I can’t hear a thing" “Give me the phone“ Liv asked as she grabbed the phone from my hand "What are you gonna do?“ "I’m gonna d******d an app that can clear the audio and remove parts that are cracking"

My silence was a fortress. But something had changed. The "fixer-upper" house, the history of the land, or perhaps just a thinning of the veil. The fortress had a crack. I hadn't gained my hearing; I had lost my protection. I stumbled into the living room, frantic. I grabbed my phone, intending to call the police, but realized I couldn't hear the operator. I would have to use the text-to-relay service. But as I opened the app, the phone began to emit a sound—a high-pitched, warbling scream that made my eyes bleed. I dropped the device as if it were white-hot.

She instructs me, slamming the landline against her ear. But I don't listen to her because I can't feel anything. My limbs are moving but I can't feel them. The breathing tube finally succeeds in falling off my mouth. Thank fuck! I can speak now. "What have you done to me?! I croak out, as the mucus on my throat midly disperse, making my voice sound like I was a mute who's now using her voice for the first time. And I attempt fidgeting my body. Dread envelopes me because my hands are changing their places and positions but I can't feel them. I can't feel them.

A soft gasp followed immediately, and my vision went red. “Livia!” I roared. “Talk to me!” Nothing. My voice wasn’t reaching her, as it seems they're already carried away by whatever they are doing. I pulled the phone from my ear and stared at the screen and everywhere was muted. “She muted me…” I whispered in disbelief as I placed the back of my ear. Her soft moan cut through the line almost immediately. “Hayden…” The sound shattered something inside me. “You are doing this on purpose,” I growled. “You picked up just so I can hear this,” I said as another breathless laugh followed.

“Why don’t we… just work now?” Myron placed a hand on the back of my chair. “Anything you want, moonlight.” Timothy’s fingers snapped his pen in half. I jumped, startled. He cursed under his breath and tossed the broken pen aside. “Sorry,” he muttered, voice sounding like two stones grinding together. I swallowed hard and opened my laptop. This was going to be a long week.

she shouted. "When I was at my lowest point, you aborted our child and ran off with someone else. Now that I'm doing well, you come back to me. What is this? I can't get past it. Let me go, and let's part ways peacefully," Quintus said, trying to reason with her. He cautiously moved closer, hoping to pull her away from the edge and put an end to this madness. Yet, Vanessa had become too unstable after her recent abuse. As soon as she heard Quintus's words, she was determined to end it all.