Leroy Kingston.
He is dangerous. He is ruthless and he craves revenge.
As a mafia boss, he's used to simply taking lives out without even blinking. Why didn't it work with Katrina? Was it the fear in those sky-blue eyes that made him start thinkin...
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Silence.
The beauty of silence.
What exactly is so beautiful about silence?
Why did Leroy say those words back then and why did they never let me go? They grabbed me and glued on me - like strong superglue! I sigh and shake my head. Now I'm already getting angry at simple words. Words without any meaning.
Lie.
These words have a meaning. And I think that I am slowly beginning to understand what Leroy meant with those words, but deep down I know that I don't want to believe it. It's so... evil and somehow also so barbaric that it simply can't be and yet it fits him so well that this must be the truth. You have to be quiet, I know that now.
Because the quieter you are, the more you can hear.
Had Leroy been finding the deadly silence so beautiful?
That deadly silence that reigned at the Brooklyn Bridge back then, after he murdered that man, that all you could hear was the fear of death, the heart beating far too fast and the inner prayers of the people?
Because then I begin to understand.
It doesn't seem quiet in this cellar right now, although no one is talking and I can't perceive any movement. But if you listen carefully, you understand that the silence is loud. My heart, which is beating far too fast, my fear, which silences all reason in my head, and the cold sweat of fear that rolls down my back - they are all loud. I listen to nothing else except this.
Nervous, I nibble on my lower lip until I taste blood and let my fingers crack. Not for a second have I stopped counting since I've been sitting here in the basement, but now that I know I've been in the basement for six hours, eight minutes, and twenty-four seconds, I've stopped counting. It only gave me an incredible headache and I am just exhausted. It must also be close to midnight already.
Whimpering, I close my eyes. Where are these voices coming from? Who is speaking? And why are the words they say so cruel and demonic? But the more important question is, why do these voices sound so childlike? Are they children or am I just going insane? Am I losing my mind?
I don't hear anything from the girl called Stacy anymore, but the crying has come to an end after being locked up here. Instead, they have now started giggling and constantly mentioning death. Is this perhaps just a stupid joke?
"What is happening?", I whimper, squinting my eyes. I got myself into this!
I should have confronted Yang about all this and only then seen what she had to say. Now I'm in a mess and I don't know if they'll find me here in time.
"Are you scared?" The same childish voice I heard three minutes ago murmurs at me again, but this time it sounds damn close. Jerking, I turn around, but no one is here.
