I Am Nameless Shorts October Edition

Untitled Silence

Silence.

I always knew that silence was my biggest fear. My biggest enemy. Silence, when no one is around, no sound, no noise and not a thing that gives a sign of life. I first became afraid of silence when I got locked up in this room. I don't even know what this room is. But I'm locked up in it. I think I am anyways, there are no doors.

The reason why I'm locked up? It doesn't matter. Mostly because I don't remember how I got here. I remember being here but that's all that is. But, where is here? I remember waking up every single morning here and hope that it soon would be over. I really don't know why I'm here, but that doesn't matter. Is there even a reason for me being here? It doesn't matter. All that matter is that I'm here now and I hate it.

I'm afraid of the silence. Sadly the silence has been tormenting me as long as I can remember. Almost as long as I've been here. Still I don't know where here is. There's no one here. Just me, but am I someone? I used to scream and I used to shout as loud as I could so that someone would hear me. I screamed first so that I wouldn't lose my mind. Then I started screaming so I could save myself from the silence. At the end, nothing mattered. I screamed because I failed and lost my mind, and I screamed because the silence found a place in my soul. I screamed to save myself. Save myself from what is something I did not know since I was alone in that room. Silence is not a person but it sure turned into one after a while. I was running from that person.

But all hope was gone as I couldn't run anymore. After running for too long you get tired and you can't run anymore. Same thing happens when you run from the silence. It ended up with me losing my voice.

How long has it been? Days? Minutes? Years? Hours? Only a few seconds? Time is something that doesn't seem to exist. Time doesn't exist. Not to me. It doesn't seem real anymore. Neither does this room. It's white but it seems darker than the darkest black colour. I can't see the walls. They are there but I can't see them. They don't seem real. It seems like this room is just a big vast place made of the colour white. It seems like a nightmare. But not even nightmares seem real to me anymore. I don't dream anymore. Maybe I do but I just confuse it with reality. But what is reality? What is even real? The silence. The silence is real.

The silence is everywhere and nowhere.

But I heard a voice.

"So Buddy? When are you joining me down to Hell?"

I had heard that voice before. I used to say nothing. There was nothing to say. Because I knew what it was. It's the silence. It's in my head.

"I'm not the silence Buddy"

It laughed a horrible laugh. It's the silence. I know it is. It's the silence.

"Come with me Buddy."

It's the silence.

"Come on. Do you want to stay here forever?"

It's the silence.

"Silence is going to come back soon..."

It's the silence. The silence laughed again.

"The silence is coming soon again. Are you sure you don't want to join me?"

It's not... The silence?

"That's right Buddy. Now do you want to come with me?"

Silence...

"I can save you. All you need to do is stand up."

That's right. I was just sitting. I was sitting there hoping all the silence would go away. I was looking down during the whole time too. Time?

"All you need to do is stand up."

I was scared. Scared of the silence. So I did as the voice said. My legs felt weak, but how could they when all I ever did was sit on the white floor. If there was any floor. But I raised up.

My mistake.

I felt like someone pushed me and I fell. I fell to what seem to be darkness.

Now I wish I was back up there. Because up there it was at least white and here I see nothing. Up there I didn't know what was real and here I wish I didn't knew. Up there was up there and here feels too deep down.

Up there it wasn't the silence I was afraid of, it was hearing my own thoughts.

Here the silence soon will come and my thoughts will soon disappear. 

"So Buddy? When are you joining me down to Hell?"