Creepypasta Stories

Deafing Silence

This story was written by my friend JasmineBloodthorn . So any credit please give to her! Thank you!
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Echo Towers was the kind of girl no one payed attention to. The girl who sat in the back corner of class. The girl who never raised her hand. The girl everyone's eyes skimmed over. She was so unknown, in fact, teachers looked confused when reading her name. She had a reason for being so quiet. Upon Echo's birth, it was found that her cochleas had not grown correctly and she was pronounced deaf. As a child, her parents forced her to learn to speak by feeling people's throats. No sign language was allowed. Eventually, when she was old enough, they got her surgery for cochlear implants. They let her hear, though it was more like being in a tunnel all the time. She learned how to speak better, but the damage had been done. She would see herself in the mirror and think "defective."
       It wasn't a secret that other people thought that about her as well. A group of three girls, the regular old popular girls, loathed her. She often got special attention for her "disability," an insult in the deaf community, of which Echo had become fond of, and the girls had hated her for it. At first it had started with the regular tripping and snickering. Then it escalated to encounters in the bathrooms. Eventually their encounters became physical. Echo was never the strong girl. She was frail and timid. She hated her voice and she hated the people around her. Her parents. Her classmates. Her teachers. They all treated her with disdain. With pity. Echo hated the pity more than anything. She often thought to herself how different life would be if she could hear without help.
     She thought about it then, cornered in an alleyway on her way home. She coward against the wall, the three girls who hated her most surrounding her with their arms crossed and scorn dripping from their faces. They spoke, but Echo was more focused on how to get out than what they were saying. Her eyes darted to possible exit strategies. One of the girls' shook of scorn turned to rage as she lunged forward, clawing at Echo. Echo collapsed in a heap of fear as she attempted to protect her face, her neck especially. Finally, the girl had what she wanted: Echo's cochlears. The young girl's watery blue eyes widened in horror. Her hand quickly dried her face, her black hair wild and frizzy from the attack. The girl who had taken her cochlears smirked in triumph, speaking silently to Echo. She was trembling now. Not from fear, but from pure rage. Those cochlears were the one thing that brought Echo anything close to being normal. The girl raised her arm and threw the devices to the ground. Each of the three attackers took turns stomping their heels down onto them. Tears streamed down Echo's face.
       With a cry of outrage, Echo lunged, a discarded shard of broken glass now clutched in her hands. Echo had realized something. She was sick of being doubted. She was sick of being looked down upon. She was sick of being ignored. Forgotten. Useless. Discarded. Defective. Hated. She had watched her last bit of hope of normality, of acceptance, be destroyed before her eyes. Her vision turned red as the girls screamed silently. The last thing she saw before her vision went black, was the shard of glass aiming at one of the girls's throats.
      She regained her sight what not felt like seconds later. With a glance around she saw flashing lights and men in uniforms and ambulances and police cars. She was sitting in the back of one police car with her wrists bound by cold, metal cuffs. She looked around in confusion and watched with a tilted head as three gurneys where wheeled to the ambulances. The blanket covering what was on the gurneys was red in spots and Echo noticed a lifeless arm dangling off one of the rolling beds. One of the officers glanced at the car she sat in and began walking towards her. He slipped into the driver's seat and looked at her. His lips moved but she couldn't hear him. He eventually gave up and started driving.
      About an hour and a half later, Echo found herself sitting in an interrogation room, a pad and pen sliding between her and the investigator. From what Echo could gather, she had apparently brutally stabbed the three girls with a shard of glass, multiple times in the throats and chests. That explained the red stains covering some articles of her clothing. She had never been more confused. She explained her side and the police decided to call in a psychiatrist. Their pad and pen chat was very personal. Her home life. Her background. Her thoughts before the murders. She explained willingly, not understanding how she could do such a thing when she could barely lift boxes, much less hold down girls bigger than her to murder them one at a time. Surly two had to have tried pulling her off the first. The doctor across from her explained that she believed in her moments of pure fear and helplessness, she had conjured an entity. Something that was in place to protect her. It was a psychological thing the doctor had seen before.
   Echo couldn't explain it, but the more she read about this "entity" the more angry she felt. If she was convicted for three murders, there was a possibility of the death penalty. She would die. Her blood boiled at the thought. Her thoughts became distorted. As if someone spoke to her. Something that was confident and strong. Something she knew was what the doctor had been telling her.
"Echo. Echo. Echo. My poor little Echo. Don't worry, my dear. I'm here to protect you. To let you live. You just leave everything to me, my dear. I will get us out of this. I will teach you to be strong." The voiced spoke, startling Echo, as she could hear it without cochlears. The voice hissed and slithered through her mind like some sort of guardian snake. Echo's head tilted.
"Strong..." She thought in a wistful voice.
"They will take you seriously. They will understand that your deafness is not a weakness. Show them. Let's show them." The voice hissed.
   Echo's eyes trailed to the ceramic coffee cup at the edge of the table. Her mind raced, her heart speeding up. She would make them understand. She would show them what it was like. To be unable to hear. In a swift movement, despite being cuffed, she grabbed the cup and broke it. She nabbed the sharpest piece and wedged it into the right ear of the doctor. Then she jammed it into the left ear. The police lunged to pull her off but in their movement the shard scraped the neck of the doctor. The doctor convulsed, grabbing at the gaping gash her throat. Echo thrashed, cackling maniacally. The guards fought with her until they had her pinned to the ground and placed her arms around her back instead of stomach. One of the officers drug her to her feet angrily and yanked her out as people attempted to assist the doctor.
      Because of the coffee cup incident, Echo found herself in the back of an armored van with her arms bound around her with a straight jacket. She had been deemed "too violent" and "criminally insane." They decided to ship her off to a mental hospital and be done with her. Echo squirmed in the back in anger. That's all everyone wanted to do. To ship her away and dust their hands of her. She was nothing but dust to people. She imagined her parents, sitting at home with relief that they wouldn't have to deal with their "deaf and dumb" daughter anymore. That term always made Echo cringe. One of the most insulting terms for a deaf person was deaf and dumb. It wasn't true at all. Echo was smart. She was very smart. But because she couldn't grasp language like everyone she was considered dumb. The van jolted, causing Echo's mind to revert to the present instead of the terms her parents used for her.
     The "hospital" functioned more like the asylums of old. Echo looked around at the patients rocking in the corners, some barely clothed and some not at all. Adults pressed against windows, licking the glass until some worker got annoyed and yelled at them to stop. There were children who's limbs bent in awkward directions. They cried and yelled and some were even locked down in giant cribs. Echo stared in horror as she passed them, guards escorting her on each side. They came to a room with a large metal door and padding on all sides. Echo whirled, enraged about the lifestyles of patients and herself. As soon as she had turned, a doctor had jabbed a needle into her skin. Her eyes widened as her muscles relaxed. Her legs failed under her and she collapsed to the ground, her eyes closing.
      Saying that life at the hospital was hell was an understatement. Ever since Echo had welcomed the voice in her head, she had been angrier. Tougher. In the few days she had been there, other patients had tried to establish dominance, as if them being there longer established who led the patients. The voice gave her advice. And with each attack on her Echo grew more and more respected and feared in the patients group. Echo was anything but what she was before she came here. The timid, frail, and polite Echo had been replaced by a new girl. A strong and feared girl. A killer. Echo disgusted her now. She wanted nothing to do with that child. She had grown, and as such adopted the name Silence. She had no intentions of staying in this place. She had been gathering with a few of the more loyal patients in the hospital during meals and recreational activities. The group of four had been planning on breaking out. Silence had decided they would act during breakfast the next day.
    As she had said, during breakfast Silence had taken the knife she was given, how wonderfully idiotic giving the murderer a knife, and jabbed it into the attendant's ears. She screeched as she fell and the others involved began jumping the other attendants. Silence grinned widely as blood spilled out of the attendant's ears and over her hands. Her watery blue eyes now looked more like raging ocean waves than the clear streams they normally did. She stood raising her blood soaked hands. Despite the silence she managed to speak words to the surrounding fighters, patients and workers alike.
"Silence is the loudest scream of all!" She cackled.
   She cut her way to a window, feeling lucky the dining area was on the first floor. She nabbed a chair and rammed the window with it. The glass shattered and she grinned, replacing the small, silver knife with the sharpest glass shard she could find. She glanced at her hand. The hand was already scared from the first time she held glass and the ceramic shard. They had cut into her hand so deep when the wounds healed it had scared. She glanced at the body of an attendant. She bent and tore off the white fabric of the uniform and wrapped it around her hand for protection. Then, she gripped the shard and threw herself out the window and into the bushes. She trotted away, not able to hear the screams of her now abandoned followers as security arrived with guns. Silence walked away, grinning to herself, and having a chat with the voice in her head about the best way to take care of her next victim: her parents. The voice faded until Silence spoke with herself only. The pair had joined completely. Echo had died. Silence had lived. It was the age old tale of only the strong survive. In a cave, one might call out a "hello" and listen as the hello bounced around, becoming more and more faint until there is nothing. This is because even echoes succumb to silence. She decided to be the silence after the screams of the bullied and lives wrongly taken. The avenger of the fallen, as she giddily thought of herself. She was Deafening Silence.