I sit motionless like any other day in the chill of my dark home. The walls swallow every bit of me that tries to escape yet haven't the decency to swallow the noise. My ears seem to be more sensitive to sound than those of other people. The world could be at a standstill. Completely silent. And yet I will still hear. I hear the wind howling. The inner screams of the troubled youth. The pent up anger of the adults guilty of bottling. The guilty pleas of the convicted. The shrieks of frustration inside everyone. The unstopping questions of the innocent. I hear it all. I hear every word. Every whisper.
And I can't handle it anymore. My heart begins to drum over the noise. My breathing comes to resemble the crash of a symbol. My vision slows and things seem to delay. My body grows heavy and my chest feels tight. I have to get it out I have to find a release. I have to stop the noise. I have to stop the noise. I have to stop the noise. I have to stop the noise. I have to stop the noise. I have to stop the noise. I have to stop the noise.
Scream.
I scream. I obliterate everything in my wake. Shattering the confining windows of this dreaded house. Disintegrating the walls. Turning the floors to dust. Blood runs from the ears of my companions. They drop. After seconds they are ash.
I stop. I stop screaming and the noise is gone. Finally gone.
But not for long.
Moments of silence just before the screams start. Not my screams. The screams of every last soul I resorted to ash with the burning whistle of my own scream. The screeching wailing and howling startup. And just before I set off again. They stop. The aftermath is over with. And I'm alone.
I stopped the noise but now I'll never know the sound again.
So much damage from a single scream.
A single explosion.
