A/N: Inspired by MTV's "True Life: I'm Deaf."
I plan for this to be quite long. It might not be updated until next week, though. I'm moving tomorrow and I'm getting internet on Saturday in my new apartment.
It had been a long six months. It had been a long time since he had heard anyone speak. He remembered their voices, but they were distant. If he didn't hear somebody's voice soon, he thought he might go crazy.
In early 2006, Jeff Hardy had a little bit of an accident while wrestling with TNA. After a Clockwork Orange House of Fun match gone wrong, Jeff completely lost his hearing. He was legally deaf, prompting him to leave TNA.
The transition was hard. Jeff wasn't prone to reading lips very well, but he quickly found out that he'd have to learn. Sign language had yet to become a friend of his, as well. At times, he assumed that people born deaf were born with the knowledge of sign language. Even though he had been studying it and taking classes, it still confused him. Mainly, he relied on writing everything down. It was irritating for him and for whom he was communicating with, but it was all he could do.
But if anything, being deaf had given Jeff a new outlook on life. With a key sense taken away from him, he realized that he was truly given the gift of life, and the gift of his wrestling talent. Gone were the days of drug abuse and depression. He chose to accept himself and love himself for what he had become, even though the first few months weren't so great.
After he left TNA, the void that had been created from the loss of his hearing wasn't being filled as it should have been. He didn't have a girlfriend. He couldn't really talk with most of his friends over the phone if they lived far away. He had Matt and he had his dog, Jack.
The loss of his hearing was especially hard on Jeff when it came to his dog. He couldn't hear him bark if he needed anything, and Jeff didn't want to neglect his true best friend and faithful companion.
Jeff realized what would fill the void, and that was wrestling. He knew that his life wasn't complete and would remain incomplete if he wasn't wrestling. But there was one problem. How would he be able to work the matches with his opponent if he couldn't hear? He had two options. One, he could attempt to choreograph the entire match with his opponent beforehand, but that would be painful and tedious for all of the involved parties. Two, they could completely wing it, but that would be dangerous, and few people trusted Jeff Hardy in dangerous situations. He made even the safest situation dangerous by his mere presence.
Matt hated seeing his brother like this. He had been going along with Jeff to his sign language classes to better further his understanding of Jeff's ailment, and so he could better communicate with him.
The void in Jeff's life wasn't hidden from Matt. More often than not when Matt would go over to Jeff's house, he would find Jeff sitting in front of the television with the volume blasting in an attempt to hear again, watching his old matches. The look on Jeff's face was indescribable. His jaw always hung open, almost as if he was in awe of what he used to do. It was always mixed with a twinge of longing, almost as if wrestling was Jeff's drug and he was in a recession from it.
Alas, it was true, and Matt knew it.
And that was when Matt decided that Jeff needed to get back into the WWE.