Silence. It's always been there always stirring, always strong, always haunting. There in the silence is where I found myself. If I could tell you where the silence began, well I wouldn't be able to. My favorite memory of the silence was when I was six and Daddy was yelling at Mommy, because today at school the teacher said she was worried about me because I have never said a word. They assumed back then that I didn't know how to speak, I just choose not to, I just wanted to listen. I was always strange and no one gave me the time of day until 9th grade science. We had to pick partners and as always I didn't have one because I never spoke, but this time instead of working alone I was paired with this new kid named Niall Horan. He had braces, brown hair, blue eyes and was a grade A dreamboat.
"Hello!" he said in the cutest Irish accent. I didn't say anything and just continued with my drawing that I was working on at the moment. He looked down at my drawing look at me then went to get a peice of paper and asked the teacher something then came back to his seat. He put his arm over the paper as to hide it from me andI after about 2 mins he slid the paper next me. When I looked at it, it was a picture of a stick figure on a rocket and the rocket was going to the planet of Hello and at the bottom it said
"I can see you aren't a fan of talking so I tried to speak your language of art, so here it is!"
I looked up at him with the a very shocked face and he gave me a slight smile. No one has ever tried to communicate with me. They have always just assumed I wasn't worth trying because I didn't speak. I liked this kid. So I found every once of courage in me to say at least one sentence to him.
"Hi, I'm Paige. Thanks for the picture."
I was shaking out of my mind. As I waited for a response my heart started beating faster and faster until he looked at my shaking hands and put his on mine and said:
"I can tell that this was hard for you and I am really happy that you took such a big step."
Who is this kid?, I thought to myself. He wasn't like anyone I have ever met. But enough about him and let's go back to me. There was always silence in my house. Doesn't matter if it was the literal kind or the kind I would create for myself. When I was younger I tried having an imaginary friend but something in my head just always told me they weren't real. I've always had a cold sence of reality, it's one of the things I hate about myself. I never jumped rope or played dolls or had a sleepover. To do those things one must have friends and I never did. The silence was my friend to bad it never talked to me.
