Short Stories

Silence

There are different types of silence. The silence of peace and the silence of war, of soldiers thinking only of death lurking ahead. There is the silence of happiness and of sadness. Of loss. The silence of lovers, as the lay intertwined and admire their perfection. The silence of hate. The silence of imagination. The silence of of a person awaiting death, knowing that their breaths are limited. The silence of anticipation. The silence of fear. The quiet before the storm. A Silence of death, of murder. A silence of concentration.

And there is just silence.

A silence that comes from inside. When no matter how many thoughts race through your head or voices yelling into your ear, a silence that leave you empty and broken. A indescribable type of silence, that leaves you weary and exhausted.

There are different types of noise too. Noise of anger and frustration. Of love and joy. Of laughter and the noise of sobbing. Of a blade swishing through the air, ready to meet its target.

But the noise just fades into the background and the scream of sudden silence is what jerks you awake in the middle of the night, panting and looking around in terror.

...

I used to be free from the silence.

Used to be free from the emptiness inside me.

Before the people stopped listening.

I used to be loud. Used to radiate sound wherever I went. People would listen to me, they would take note of what I said.

But now I'm quiet.

Maybe I'll be like this forever, and one day I might fade out of existence when everyone had forgotten me.

I fear that day. When I disappear and no one remembers who I am.

And that makes me think.

If I fade away and no one remembers me, my name, my personality. My voice.

Would I have ever really existed?

Here you go people.

Something short and depressing to make you ignore the fact that I haven't updated in ages...

I'm sorry people, I'll try be more consistent (no promises though)

Tell me if this makes you doubt your existence, I would love to know.

Ju out.