Prologue

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The steam is increasing as much as the drops fell and condensate over my shower's glass. I stepped inside and laid my head under the hot water looking down closing my eyes and started to think.

Silence.The only sound that I want to hear louder and louder and there's reason for that.
My life is noisy and fake and I hate it.I hate my life.I hate the noise.I hate everything that happen to me and I don't deserve it.I've never hurted a person.Never.
I don't want to start again and fill my head with an uncomfortable thoughts that bring nothing but sadness.
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After I realised that I was under the water for half an hour doing nothing as I expected, I moved the faucet's arm down then left the bathroom with my clothes in my hand and the towel over my body.

"Martha"I heard my aunt's voice downstairs,I didn't give any attention or even answered her,I just didn't give her any respond.

After I had put my clothes over my body;I heard a sound.That sound that I've always dreamed of.
It was noisy but I love it,The noise of Silence.

But it won't last forever and it wouldn't.
As soon as possible;I heard wind sound and I'm not ready for that again.
I stood up shocked.
"Who're you?"I shouted with weakness and a little chill touched my body,I guess that's the terror running through my veins.

"Run!"I heard dad's voice again and the broken memory rushes again to my sight.

I heard a rocket sound which forced me to cover my head with my arms and of course I heard the explosion sound.

I lost my balance and screamed and kept crawling to the corner ,all that happened and I'm looking down ;I didn't have the courage to look up.

"Martha"I heard dad's comfortable voice that freaked me and I was forced to look up to see if he's there or the memory is what I was hearing.

"Dad"I said and I felt my eyes got wider.
A glass breaks sound was heard then I heard nothing but silence.

I stood up weakly with fear in my body ,I looked around me as nothing was there.Everything was normal.

I smiled ,it never was easy like that,every time it happens I was more scared.
Tears collected inside my eyes and fell,I let out a breath of relief,I cried from happiness.
Everything was great but then I heard a broken glass sound.
My features changed , my face faded ,hands started to shake ,throat got narrow to become hard to swallow and I just can't feel my legs.

And within a second, I heard lots of glass gets broken,guns sound ,rockets,screams ,crying ;all that is happening to me ,those sounds and voices are getting louder and louder to form a great noise ,My bones got weaker to betray me but I holded and couldn't help but fell over my bed.

I kept screaming but I couldn't hear my scream ,I couldn't hear it in this noise.I couldn't hear my scream between the guns and rockets and the screaming and crying of the children and women and badly the old men too.
I kept screaming and screaming to be one of those children but I don't know,if I can't here my scream in this Noise or my scream just can't go out.

"Martha,RUN!"Dad shouted.

"No,That's not real"I shouted to my self as my hands were shaking over my head and kept repeating it to believe.

Another rocket sound and explosions that force me to scream again.

"Martha!"A woman voice said and it was my aunt.In a moment ,I heard nothing ,just silence.

The door was opened as fast and hard as possible.
"Martha,what's happening?"She asked terrifying and I looked at her calmly when she entered the room fast.

You know what's the worst thing?It's not that I'm hearing all those sounds,the problem is that I can't see it.

Screaming and crying on something doesn't exist now ,but it existed in the past once.

"Martha?"My aunt brought me to the present again and waiting for a lie again,waiting for an explanation.
I stared at her as she did and waited to think again,What is the lie of the day?AGAIN.

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A.N
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