The Symphony Of Silence And Other Stories

The Symphony of Silence

A/N: *I would like to give this story to my friend Christine2332, she will be continuing this story. Thank you so much man, I know you are going to do an amazing job with it. I have seen you write, and if this is what it takes u to get back to writing, let this be. I have seen what you can do with a pen and a paper. Do that magic here as well. You can do anything with the characters and the story, its yours to play with.

Silence is musical. Every note, every tune, every beat, dissonant, unstable, yet unique.

The symphony of silence is a song, the tale of heartbreak, the story of fears and aspirations and unspoken desires. The symphony of silence can only be heard by the ones truly waiting to hear it. Those who can appreciate the unexpected, dissonant chords of the song. Those who can accept change, who can accept fear, embrace it, feel it and live it.

Melissa woke up from her dream, sweat drenched clothes clung to her body, an uncomfortable weight. She took a deep breath, the dreams, they never stopped. It was always the same. She was in a car. A hooded figure, a knife, a flare of pain and then only darkness. Darkness that blanketed everything.

She called for her mom, but no one replied. She called for her dad, her older brother, all she heard was the static song of silence.

When she finally made it downstairs, the room was empty. Eerie quiet enveloped the room. The song of silence shifted again. From the comforting melody to the deadly wailing of a violin.

There was no one in the house. Everyone was missing. The usual banter was absent. Loneliness lurked in the air. Melissa called for them, she called for everyone. Yet again, silence answered her.

'Where was her parents? Where was everyone?' She silently asked herself. Silence became curiosity. It became comfort, understanding. It became home.

She returned to bed, intrigued by the fact that no one answered her call. Probably, they were all fast asleep. The night was as such, remarkable, yet different. Silent, yet loud. Speaking a language no one could understand.

Next morning, she was up before the first rays of the sun emerged between the clouds. She dressed up quicker than she had ever done. Jeans, a shirt and a jacket, all thrown in together. Matched yet mismatched.

Silence followed her, all the way to school. It was quite ironical. Children were screaming and shouting at each other. Some excited to get back to school, some complaining about another week of hard-work and struggles. Parents calling goodbyes. The morning was alive. Yet, to Melissa, the sounds, they merged into one. They became a halo of silence that followed her around.

Her friends walked past her, chattering. Speaking about things that may or may not have mattered.

Melissa called to them, but none of them looked back. She waved at them, a limp wave, yet again she was rewarded with the cold wailing of silence.

Everybody ignored her. She didn't exist in the figment of their imagination. The feeling of an eerie calm followed her around. An old friend refusing to say goodbye.

Melissa walked back home, alone. Her only companion was the song that whispered away in her ears. The trees swayed rhythmically to the music, but nobody seemed to be aware of the song of solitude Melissa was hearing. The beautiful song that opened a void of emotions.

She noticed the door to her house open.

'Mom must be there. Or at least dad or Michael.' She thought to herself.

Elated, that finally she could break the silence that echoed volumes in her ears she walked in through the front door. All she heard was crying. Weeping sobs, heart wrenching cries.

They all said the same thing.

'Melissa. Melissa. Melissa.'

Her name. Her name became the chorus of the song of silence. Inside her mother's head rested on her father's shoulders. Her brother was sitting next to a photo frame. A shattered frame. Her picture was inside it.

Memories came back to her. She slowly backed away from the house. An ambulance was parked in front of her house. Inside there was a girl, in a jacket, jeans and a shirt. Matched yet mismatched. Her chest was stained with a crimson red liquid. Inside the van lay. Melissa.

It hadn't been a dream. She had died in the hands of hooded figure. She wasn't alive. She was a figment of her own imagination.

And what she was now, was a part of her soul, still seeking reassurance. She had come to say a final goodbye.

She was not real. She was just a fictional being.

A final hug, she gifted that to her mom. The touch of a kiss for her brother. A slight squeeze of hands for her dad.

Then she gave into the pull of silence. The symphony was making sense to her. It was singing her story. Her life and death.

She became a part of the song. The song of silence. She became a dissonant chord. She became one of the many.

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Author's Note:

Hello guys, this is just a short story I was asked to write. It was a challenge.

The prompt: Write a story where ghost is unaware of the fact that it is a ghost until the very end in less than 800 words.

This story is 786 words.

I hope you guys enjoyed it. I had a great time writing it.

Pls do vote because it really keeps me motivated. Comment because what you think matters to me. And follow for updates.

I would like to dedicate this story to the person who challenged me. Wouldn't have done it, if you hadn't asked me too.

Also, to @sofi-ignite for all the help with the translation of German in my other story Dearest Amelia. I am ever grateful.

Thank you very much guys,
Christina