The Mystery Between Miseries (A Collection of One-shots)

CLOPS IN THE SILENCE

Clops in the Silence
By: Miss JAE
Date: April 27, 2020

Tiara got used to being left alone at school. She was always the one to clean their room or do chores for her teachers.

She feels so down and gloomy. Her sight seems to forget to register any color other than black and white.
She forgot what a laugh sounds like or how to stretch her lips for a smile. Crying had become a hobby. She hates the whispers, and damn how she hates over thinking!

But how?! How could she stop herself? No one’s there to stretch their arms for her to reach, no one’s there to listen even to just her small signals, and no one’s there to see her closely.

For all they see is a fading image and all they hear was the clops. The clops of her shoes that’s always heard and they’ve even mistook her as a ghost.

Or maybe she really is. She’s a ghost, a fading ghost that’s not seen. She’s as cold as a ghost, almost not living. Everyone would always run away from her before she could even utter a word; she’s a ghost.

She heaved a sigh as she walks at the dark hallways of the school. It was so quiet that all she could hear was the clops from her shoes.

“What a perfect scene to mend a broken soul” she thought, full of grief and sarcasm.

Hope? Could someone introduce her to that word? She might have forgotten about it for such a time.

She went home—no scratch that, she went back to their house, just a house, for she still can’t find her home, and definitely, their house will never be home.

“YOU BASTARD, HOW DARE YOU CHEAT ON ME?!”

“HOW DARE YOU TOO! EMILIA! I’VE GIVEN YOU EVERYTHING, AND I DON’T EVEN LOVE YOU FOR WHAT GOODNESS SAKE!”

“HOW DARE I?! YOU GOT ME PREGNANT AT 16, DARIUS! I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS MARRIAGE AND NOW HERE YOU ARE CHEATING ON ME! HAVE SOME RESPECT!”

Shouts,

She got used to it.

Fights,

It’s just normal.

Maybe she just doesn’t care anymore or maybe she’s just too numb to feel any more pain.

She felt a buck load of pain that having another one had just become an anesthetic for the more that’s coming.

She didn’t give a single glance to her parents nor make a single sound to let them know that she came. They didn’t care anyway.

As she walks towards her bed, she was already taking off her school uniform.

She was only on her sports bra and cycling shorts when she lied down her bed on a tired fall.

Her face buried on her pillow, she started crying… again.

She cried again and didn’t even try to stop it even if she’s already out of breath.

Minutes after she just mockingly laughed at herself, yet she continued crying.

“I hate you…” she started hitting her head with her clenched fist.

She muttered those same words as she continued crying and hitting her head.

After another hour session of crying, she was already hugging her knees tight towards her chest.

Her eyes closed, lips bitten and body moving back and forth as if she was on a rocking chair, she comforted herself with her own whispers.

“It’s okay Tiara”

She bit her lips hard and closed her eyes tight to stop the tears that wished to come out.