Being Anti-Social And Mute.
Hello! HinataSnow16 here and I've come bearing gifts! LOL
Anway, here's a story all about how Claire's life turned upside down. With Cliff! Won't say no more. Read for yourself.
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CLAIRE'S POV
I'm home! Figures, who would answer me anyway? I'm live on my own, idiot. But I just wanted to say that and think that miraculously, someone would answer me back. I dumped my suitcase and coat on the floor and sat in front of my table. It's so boring here.
Everyday, the same old routine. Wake up, bathe, work, come back home. There's no excitement in my life. I don't have any friends, I don't get invited to parties and not a single living bachelor looks at me twice. Let's just face it. I'm going to die a cold, miserable, SILENT life. It doesn't helps that I'm mute.
I sighed, no uttering a single 'Hmm' or 'Ugh'. I've been mute ever since that life changing incident and I'm not thinking of turning un-mute again.
FLASHBACK
Live was simple back at the Maples. The head of the house was blooming in his business with his wonderful wife tending to his only daughter, Claire. He worked countless hours and the wife worked hers.
Young naïve Claire was showered with care and happiness. That however changed when her father started returning home drunk. He slacked with his work and his business plummeted. Poor Claire and her mother was subjected to beatings when her father demands money. But it went too far.
"Give me the money you damn BITCH!" He growled at his voice.
"I don't have anymore. Please, James! Don't be like this!" Elizabeth begged her husband. Tears streamed her eyes and James grabbed the empty beer bottle.
With a crack, he swished the bottle onto his wife's head and the bottle smashed into bits. Elizabeth fell to the ground and blood surrounded her wound. This gruesome scene was forever attached to Claire's mind as she witnessed it behind the kitchen door not more then 5 meters away.
The police came and James was to be charged with life imprisonment for murder and illegal fraud he had done in his company.
Claire was raised in an orphanage and never did learn to speak again. The trauma had silenced her ability to speak and she was to be led a silent life.
BACK TO PRESENT
I shook those thoughts away and a few stray tears. I never want to remember those scenes ever again.
Pushing them to back of my head, I grabbed yesterday's paper and started reading it. Not much was happening here. Justin Beiber won an award (Whoop-di-doo), Iran is having a war, a woman was raped by her ex-husband and blah blah blah.
I looked at the ads and one ad piqued my interest.
Would you like to enjoy a peaceful and refreshing farm life?
For more info, contact:
SQUARE TRIANGLE SQUARE – TRIANGLE CROSS TRIANGLE CROSS
Farm…
Well, I've always wanted to live in a farm ever since I visited GranGran at the country-side… This could really be my ticket to escaping this boring to hell life. What do I have got to lose?
I nodded to myself and headed to the phone. And then I stopped. I'm a mute. I haven't spoken in 15 years (Let's just say she's 20) and I'm certainly not calling using the phone. I grabbed the paper and checked the address for the MT Realtor. The place's not far.
Grabbing my bag, a wad of cash and my handy dandy note pad, I headed out. (She uses the note pad the write what's she saying)
I got to the MT Realtor building and explained that I had interest in buying the farm. The lady pounded me with questions about me being mute and I merely dismissed her questions with curt noddings and 'Hmms'. She got the hint and told me to fill out the form for the ownership of the farm. She also got out the background info on the farm and village that it resides in.
'Mineral Town'
-Population: 30+
-A quaint village surrounded by mountains and opposite the seas.
-Profit is earned by cultivation, livestock and mining.
'Meadow Green Farm'
-Previous owner: Jonathon Travis (1928-1968)
-Caring man, served WW2 and bought the farm after the war
-Died of Brain Tumor
'Nice village' I wrote on my pad after I handed the form back to the lady.
She nodded her head and sniffed indignantly. "Very peaceful village if you ask me." She typed onto her computer and nodded her head. "Alright. Seems like everything is order. The farm will be yours by tomorrow once we have your forms submitted and approved by the mayor of the village. You may move there after the 31st of January. Oh, which is tomorrow! How fast the transaction will be!" She piped and I nodded.
I left the building and headed back to my house. I told my landlord that I'll be leaving and gave him an extra month's rent. He booked a ship ticket for me to the port of Mineral Town and wished me all the best. I thanked him and headed back to my apartment.
Once I finished having a long and heated argument with my boss through text messages, he agreed on my resignation. Turns out that I was the only employee that actually did work in the office. Haha, what a hoot. I admit that I sometimes go on Blackshot and play a few times but I was grateful that he accepted my resignation.
After that, I took out my two trusty baggage bags and stuff all of my stuff in them. One of the great things of being an orphan is that you don't own much. My apartment was as bare as a prison cell except around 2-3 photographs that hanged on the wall. The most set of clothing I have is 3-4. One is pyjamas, another is work clothing, another is my formal dress and another one was my blue overalls that I bought during halloween. I was a farmer on that Halloween night and I had to admit, it fit me like a glove.
I finished packing in record time and headed to my bed. I slept like a log that night.
On the morning of my departure, I headed out early. I got a cab and my landlord followed me off to the docks where my ship was. The ride was silent and I looked out the cab window, passing all the familiar buildings I've known since I moved out of the orphanage. I turned to my landlord and I was surprised that he had tears brimming in his eyes. I smiled and held his hand. There weren't any romantic feelings between the two of us, he's married and the father of three adorable toddlers. He took care of me like a father to a child. I was extremely thankful for him and I gave him a reassuring smile.
We went out on the docks as my ship was being filled with people. The ship's crew got my luggage and when it was time for me to leave, I surprised myself that I had tears in my eyes. This was a fresh start and being alone once more scared me.
"Just remember to drop by, alright Claire?" My landlord said, voice sticky with tears. I sniffed and hugged him, sobbing soundlessly into his chest. He hugged me back and stroked my hair.
I looked at him and steeled myself. I mouthed the words 'Thank you' at him and boarded the ship. The ship sounded the horn and it left the docks, with me along with it. I waved goodbye to him, hearing him crying out 'Good Luck!' and 'Goodbyes' at me. I smiled, knowing that everything will be okay. Everything will be okay, I can feel it.
I looked at the sunrise at the front of the ship and breathed out. This was a new start.
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