I became increasingly aware that there was no sound. The absence of sound terrified me for some reason, so I often sung songs that some how I remembered. After a few weeks at tearing my shirt I ran out of places to do it. I already have torn the hem, sleeves, and the collar. Even the leg holes on my jeans have been torn. I tried the socks, but it was really hard to tear them. I had now resorted by making small cuts on myself to keep track of the time. Though I know that I cut myself I never felt any blood.
The darkness was already natural to me. My eyes got used to the absence of light , so I was able to see the shape of my body. The outlines of my body gave me comfort as months rolled by. No sound ever reached my ears. I stopped singing and began making my arms into different people so I could talk to them. That didn't last very long. My mind was slowly being torn apart and I still couldn't understand how I was still sane.
Time began to pass more slowly I could tell by how tired or hungry I felt. seconds seemed like hours, minutes were like days, days like months, months like years, years like decades. I've come to notice again that I was being followed by something. I didn't know what, but I just felt it. The hairs on my neck always stood up. I always turned to take a look behind me, but I never saw anything.
One day I felt something touch the back of my neck and I thought it was the mysterious thing following me, but it was just my hand. I slowly began to suspect that my limbs were actually creatures. The sensation of being followed never left and that just drove me further into insanity. The combined efforts of the darkness and silence.
Silence was the most terrifying without noise I felt incomplete. Without the noise I felt as though something was about to jump up behind me and kill me. I began to sing again and make puppets out of my limbs. I pretended to have parties with them and as I sang, I heard my fellow friends, I mean puppets clap for me. The absence of noise was draining my thoughts. The more quiet it got the more nightmares I would have. I constantly talked with my limb friends and sang to them. The silence was killing me.
