Silence That Kills

Alone.

Beep-beep.
The sound of wheels running down the hallway, scratching against the floor, mumbling voices, and mournful weeps soon pushed me into an unsettling state as the monitor's voice rasped through my head and the constant beeps sent me through a state of anguish.
Stuck. Though I had always imagined death: as a tranquil escape from the endless pain caused by others, I had never realised the prospect of people who had cared for me, loved me, and embraced me as if I were their own, lying frigid and motionless, even now as I look upon her body, the presence of her bliss had never traversed without her, even through this serene awakening she had to overtake.
Immense notions had dispersed my mind; how have I coped without her? My muse of contentment throughout my life? My every thought, emotion, and doubt was shared; and kept with the women who had been overly fond of me. My mother. My first true love. My protector.
The question I avoid throughout my life has been the same, how are you? Hundreds of scattered thoughts bounce through my mind repeating the same phrases, each without changed intentions, I'm alone, depressed maybe, i had never been able to speak freely about myself to others when asked, how sudden and abrupt my response would be if i had felt moments of purpose
Beep-beep.
The sound of wheels running down the hallway, scratching against the floor, mumbling voices, and mournful weeps soon pushed me into an unsettling state as the monitor's voice rasped through my head and the constant beeps sent me through a state of anguish.
Break. My head smashed against the rear of the ripped-out leather vehicle seat, my seat belt slammed into my stomach, and I started to vomit blood as broken glass shards scattered across the floor. The sound of the car tires scraping against the board was dreadful.
Break. Trees. From my distance, all I could see were trees. I tried to swivel my neck to look elsewhere, but my posture frozen in an uncomfortable position, injuring every part of my limb.

A long harsh, beep was head in the background.

If a 16 year old girl lost both her parents I would shower her with distressed words every now and then.

Now a parentless child as well as mentally unstable.

This was just the start of my struggle, and how he had soon injected his devotion through my heart beating slower through each murmur whispered through my ear.
As if i had been born for downfall, my life had yet to take a toll for the worst..