She heard the screams and the cries from outside the walls; they may have been muffled, but she heard them. With the balls of her palm pressed tightly to her ears and her eyes squeezed shut, she took a deep breath to calm herself, even though she was trembling.
Coward. Coward. Coward.
The screams outside became louder and the door burst open with a loud bang. She hesitantly looked up and she met dark, bloodshot eyes- screams were at their loudest before she realized the screams came from her own lips. Fear striking through her body and her heart pounded through her chest, she was willing to rip it out then and there. Suddenly, there were more and she was no longer trapped inside four walls- although she would've preferred that.
No.
She was nowhere and everywhere at once. She was in her mind. The worst place to be in. From screaming and cries, everything had suddenly stilled. Everything was quiet. Not tranquil. Not peaceful. Not serene. But eerily, terrifyingly quiet. Not even her ragged breaths were heard, not a cricket or a whistle of wind. She looked around, seeing nothing but darkness.
A whisper.
She turned around but there was nothing.
Another whisper, nearer but nowhere. Where was it coming from? Who did it come from? What did it say?
She heard another whisper and she started to back away, terrified because she knew what was going to happen.
'be quiet' something whispered, so close to her ear. She felt the oddly cold breath of whatever whispered and she froze, not breathing to follow whatever the creature told her. There were suddenly more whispers, growing in every inch of the dark abyss but she said nothing and moved nowhere. It seemed lighted with her eyes closed so she stayed like that, even as the whispers became loud hushes voices that mimicked the wind on a stormy night, then became mutters of various voices she could barely understand nor recognize. Her heart was beating loud and fast, she prayed it would've stopped all together.
Mutters turned to normal voices, yet she couldn't distinguish a single one; she couldn't understand a word but she was offended and hurt. She knew what they meant. She didn't know how or why but she did. Their voices grew louder and louder and she brought her hands up to her ears, taking deep breaths but they only grew louder until they were yelling and screaming in her ear. She bent her knees and crouched, pressing the knees to her chest and tried to be calm but they were crying and yelling and screaming in her ears. The urge to stand up and scream overcame her but fear dominated.
She knew what to do next, if she can't keep them quiet, something else will for her. It was her mind, she still had a tad bit control. She could've fought, made a door and leave, made a gun and kill, but she stayed and listened and kept quiet because she knew it was worse- scarier and tougher outside. She made a home.
She heard the screams and the cries from outside the walls; they may have been muffled, but she heard them. With the balls of her palm pressed tightly to her ears and her eyes squeezed shut, she took a deep breath to calm herself, even though she was trembling.
Coward. Coward. Coward.
