[ WP ] Years after waking up deaf due to an unknown cause , you bump into someone that you can hear .

Over two years ago, I awoke with a massive headache and a complete lack of hearing. The doctors had no explanation for it; my ears had simply given up and stopped. It took a while to get used to sign language and lip reading, but eventually I got the hang of it. The headaches lessened with time. I even got a boyfriend! Time went by, until it came to the fateful morning of the shooting. 
 
 I woke up and got out of bed. I started making toast for me and my boyfriend, as usual. I sat down, and I felt something that I had n't in a long time. I could hear someone, walking down the hallway. In my excitement, I stood up immediately, nearly knocking the chair over. Then, the chair stopped. In the middle of its disturbance, it stood precariously on a single leg. I tried to move, but suddenly, I was frozen. Still, I heard the footsteps, growing ever louder. The clock had stopped moving as well, and the timer on the toaster had stopped it's countdown, but soon enough the footsteps were followed by a faint ticking noise. 
 
 Then I saw her. She was a tall woman; that much was obvious. Even though she was slouching, she was a solid seven feet. Her face was elongated, and her eyes were comparatively huge to her nose and small mouth. She had bright red hair which followed her almost like she was under water. The woman's arms were long, nearly touching her calves on even longer legs. Strangest of all was her attire. The woman wore an ill-fitting tee-shirt which read in big letters `` SP4C3 1S GR8!'' and her long jeans slightly covered rubber combat boots. In her hands was an old-fashioned pocket watch. Then, the woman spoke. 
 
 `` Ferst day on tha jahb, and eet's uut of ohrder! For tha past tuu yers, out of ohrder.'' 
 
 Her accent was indistinguishable. It jumped around the former British colonies faster than the postal service, one second Bostonian, the next Indian. I tried to move or sign, but I was completely paralyzed. She put away her pocket-watch. She produced a pistol and a metal ruler from her tee-shirt. She walked slowly around me. I felt the cold metal of the ruler on the side of my head. 
 
 `` Surry aboot thas, mam. Me buss'ould kil mae eef I di'int be duing mae jub.'' 
 
 Then I heard a loud metallic click. The woman walked back into my field of vision. She moved the chair back into a normal position, then stopped and stared at the toaster. 
 
 `` Amezin' stof, thas. We'ell, be'er be uff.'' 
 
 A blue light surrounded her, and she disappeared. There was a second of absolute silence. Then, everything went black. 
 
 The next morning, I awoke with a massive headache and a complete lack of hearing. I was in a hospital. A doctor and nurse were conversing, but I could n't hear them. On the wall behind them, there was an X-Ray labeled `` Injury to Temporal Lobe, Expected loss of hearing.'' 

