Naveyah's Journey

                                Naveyah P.O.V

        "Honey, I don't think she has much longer." My mother, a doctor, said, on the verge of tears, adressing my dad. My dad, seemingly unaffected by her words said in a bored voice, "Who?" Now, I just thought this was a stupid question. I mean, obviously if my mom is examing me, she's talking about me. At this moment I really wished I could talk. Then her words registered in my mind though, and I knew I would have fell silent at them anyway. How longer was much longer? Would I never be able to show the world I was a person? I panicked, thoughts swirling around in my mind. I have a severe syndrome called Cerebral palsy, which makes it so that I can't do much of anything physically. Talk, move, walk, nothing. I'm classified as intensive needs, but I'm not! The way I descibe my situation is a physical disability, because I know that's all it really is. "Naveyah!" My mom answered frantically. At this dad showed a reaction. Even though my parents are rarely home, I know they loved me, and at my mother's words a look of horror crossed dad's face. I'm a daddy's girl even in my predictament and for that I gave my parents credit. My brother Brayden raised me for the most part though, which often left me wondering if I was too much for my parents to take care of full time. They worked in various places in the jungle we lived in. Daddy immediately ran over to me and grabbed me, and as he held me I felt his silent tears drop onto my shoulder after falling down his face. This was rare because my dad almost never cried. I heard him whisper "I love you Vaya, sweetie. I love you so much" in my ear. He then tried to compose himself, not doing a good job of it though, so that he could turn towards my mother. "How long?" He managed in a heartbroken voice that pierced through my heart. His voice then took on a desperate tone. "How long do I have with my babygirl?!?! Please, please, tell me. Tell me, Cassandra." I knew dad was serious, because he used my mother's full name which he rarely ever does. "Andre, I don't know!! I don't know! I would guess about....a year." My mom said, barely able to to finsh her sentence. "MY  BABY!!!!!" Daddy shrieked. "She'll only be 15. Oh Cass what are we goning to do?!?!" I wanted to speak out, to tell him I loved him and that it would be okay.. I saw mom attempt to straighten out and be the strong one as she called my brother into the room. Oh god, please no. Don't tell Brayden the news mom, I don't need him treating me with any more sympathy than he already does, I mentally begged. All I could do was hope that  she would  somehow telepathically get the message, as if that  would happen. The thing with Brayden was that since he practically brought me up he had allowed himself to get closer to me than anyone ever had, including my parents. If something was to happen to me, like mom's examination of me predicted, Brayden would be completely broken. "Brayden!" Mom called again, a hint of disbelief lingering in her voice. "Yes? He said as he walked into the room, not to enthusiastically. You see, he resented our parents for not being there for me like they should've been. I felt guilty every single day that I am the reason him and my parents aren't close like I suspect they were before I was born.I saw Brayden's facial expression change though, as he saw the looks that were plastered on my parent's faces, in addition to there red, swollen eyes. I watched as his eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense of what was going on, when they landed on me. "Vaya, sweetie, are you alright?" Brayden asked, trying to remain calm. And the way he looked at me, I instantley knew, after all those years of being so unsure. Brayden knew. Brayden knew I could understand every word he said, which is why he asked me, in hope that I would somehow answer. I felt relief wash over me that someone understood me. I knew Bray was close to me, but I didn't know he'd figured it out, or at least strongly suspected it. I wanted to do something, to nod my head, to speak to him, anything! When I was younger, I remember being able to nod or shake my head, even move my arms and legs, but I guess only he knew that that was me answering him, because my parents never picked up on it, as hard as I tried to make them. Everything went so downhill since then though, that now I'm stuck with everything  just circulating around in my brain, with no way out. Except maybe Brayden, he's my only hope. "BRAYDEN!!! SHE CAN'T ANSWER YOU!!!  GET THAT THROUGH YOUR HEAD!!!!" My mom screamed at my brother, and I mentally cringed. She had no reason to treat him like that, even if she was stressed out to the max."MOM, TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" Brayden said, and I could tell we was on the verge of losing it. "She's dying, she, dyiiiiiinnnnnggg." My mom cried out. "No, no, no, she's not!!! She's not!!! Stop lying, mom!! That's a cruel practical joke!!!" Brayden screamed out in denial. Then he looked towards me, and whispered a faint "She's wrong, baby." I only wished his words rang the truth. "Brayden!" Mom desperately tried to make him see that she wasn't lying "I would never lie about something like this. She has- she has, about a year." Her voice was so full of despair that it made my heart tear in half. As Bray continued to deny it, I could see in his eyes that he had lost all hope. He knew my mother wasn't playing a practical joke, he'd known it all around, but he still couldn't process it. I don't think anyone could really. Dad was still holding on to me so tight that even if I could move I wouldn't of been able to, and Mom and Bray were still so lost. I did notice one thing though, and that was that as dad comforted me he didnt make a move towards comforting his son. Mom didn't even try either. I felt tears forming in my own eyes, and was shocked, knowing I must be dreaming. I had always assumed I just couldn't cry because not once had I, but now I was sitting here with tears streaming down my face. As I really began to cry, I tried as hard as I could to choke back the sobs because I didnt need daddy and mom thinking I was in pain or something, since they would never believe this miracle happened because I was upset. Brayden's slight change in position caught my attention out of the corner of my eye, and I noticed him staring at me, his gaze full of curiosity and amazement. Like me, he was shocked to see me crying, but I could also tell that his suspicions had been been confirmed, and now he knew without a doubt that I understood. "Dad" Bray said in a shaky voice, "Can I see Naveyah for a second?" This shocked me to no end, even more than my crying had. Not that he wanted to see me, but that he had called my dad "dad." For years now he had been calling my parents Cass and Andre, NOT mom and dad. I was so proud of my big brother, and you could see how happy it made my dad to see his son call him that. Then something happened that was wonderful, but that blew my socks off. Dad hugged Brayden and, after a seconds hesitation, Brayden hugged him back. "I love you, son." My dad said softly, with emotion thick in his voice. "I love you too, Dad." Brayden said, as a single tear rolled down his face. When there embrace broke apart, Bray came and squatted down to the hight I was in my wheelchair. "Hey, babygirl." Bray began, in a voice low enough that only I could hear him. "You alright babe? No more crying, alright sweetie? Everything's going to be fine." I wish I could believe my brother, who had never lied to me before, but how could he possibly fix this in one years time? I watched in astonishment as my parents left the room, leaving Bray and me alone. He reached out and grabbed my hand, squeezing it, and letting me know he loved me without saying it. "Now, Naveyah, I'm serious on this, one, k? I'm going to ask you a simple yes or no question, and I need you to find a way to answer me. Can you do that? Just one way?" I didn't know if I could, so I sat there dumbly. "Look Vaya, you can blink right? If you can, blink now." Brayden was right, I could blink, and I don't know why I never thought of it before. I blinked. The grin that broke out across Brayden's face was amazing. "Okay now Vaya, I'm going to ask you a question. If the answer is yes, which I assume it is, blink twice. If it's no, blink once. In your whole 14 years of life, have you understood everything anyone has said to you, just not being able to show it?" I hesitated, not knowing if I should let anyone know. But, I knew I had to, and that it's what I've been wanting for for a long time. My hesitation made Brayden's smile falter, so I quickly blinked. Once. Twice. He looked relieved and estatic, which, I must say, is pretty good for a time like this. "I love you, baby. We'll get through this, all right?" Brayden said. I blinked 5 times (I love you too , Bray) He cocked his head to the side, not sure what i meant. I mentally sighed, this is going to be harder than I thought. Finally, Bray's puzzled look changed to understanding, and he questioned "I love you too, Brayden?" I blinked twice to say yes. There was so much more I wanted to say though. Such as, no Bray, my nickname for you is Bray, not Brayden. Also, thank you so much for being the best brother I could ever ask for, and for being so smart and being the only one to figure out that I'm still a person. Instantly though, my happines changed devastation, as it dawned on me that although me and Bray could somewhat communicate, it didn't cahnge the fact that I would slowly begin dying, and be gone by my 15th birthday. I feared the toll it woud take on my brother to watch me getting sicker and sicker after being able to talk to me and get to know me even better. At this realization, I decided that I would work my ass off to figure out what was causing me to not be able to do anything, and save my life and thousands of other peoples, before it was too late.

                                     A/N Hey Guys:) Hope you enjoyed the first Chapter of Neveyah's Journey. (Only a temporary name, if any of you can come up with anything better please just leave it in the comments. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated and if I use yours I will dedicate a chapter to you. Same thing with covers. Thanks!:))  Oh, also I will try to update every 4-5 days but if I have enough free time then sometimes I will update sooner. Thanks for reading.

                                                      -Kaitlin<3