Part 51

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I'm left in this big house all alone. No noise only writing as a distraction. Denmarks went to get some dinner and Iceland is off on his "walk" again. All I can do is sit here until the silence has passed and everything is back being somewhat normal.

Silence is a strange thing. It isn't silent at all. In silence all you can here are the little noises that now seem loud. Every creak and shudder of the house can be heard a mile away in silence. If you listen too hard the ringing will get even louder. Thoughts also emerge in this silence. They can be wonderful or disastrous. You can be thinking about your past, present, future. How you got here in the silence in the first place. 

Writing in this journal is the only sane thing I can do in this moment of silence. Thinking about my poor little brother. I wonder what's going on with him. But all I can do is wonder at this point. I have my own theories to explain him. Possible bullying, maybe another love interest, or maybe something deeper than that is going on. I don't know. 

I'll just sit here in silence for a while.


I tried reading this book again and cringed so hard I stopped.

I got up to like part 7 so that's terrible. 

This chapter is weird I know and its really short but I have no idea what to do with this book so just bear with me.

Also thanks for reading up those of you who have stayed. This book is pretty much crap but Thanks a lot!


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