Short Stories

2.Silence

Prompt 909 : Silence since birth from Tumblr

   I remember the first day she even existed. Friday the 13th year 1997. She was precious and I could see that from where I was. The doctors swore there was something wrong with her being that she never cried when she was pulled from the womb. But that never meant anything to me. I knew she was special. Her smell and her eyes. She was the child I dreamed of keeping.

   She grew up as she was born. Silent. She never cried for the her bottle. Or when she never needed a diaper change. If she fell on her knees she brushed them off and bounced right back up. She didn't fuss when she got bullied for who she was, and she didn't believe in heartbreak. But to me that made her special. By the time she was sixteen she was a beauty of her own. She gleamed with dark eerie and boy bands and I loved the way she became to be.

   Her silence never got the best of her. People around her knew how she felt by her eyes, and and emotions. She was speechless but somehow she always knew the words. I watched and I waited because someday I knew she'd be ready for me. She'd come to her potential.

  "Melanie, " I had whispered.

   She rose her eyebrow and eyed me.

   "Are you ready now?"

   She nodded and took my hand.

   "Die," she whispered. And as soon as her hand gripped mine I felt the crippling burning of the words behind her voice. I was her silence you see. And I waited for her to join me, but deep down I always knew she wouldn't be silent forever. She had to kill the one thing that held her down, and I smiled at her as she killed me with her bare hands.

   She was silent since birth.