Soundless

Chapter 1

     After a month of taking said pills I could feel the difference. I felt more free, less tense and scared, and the beings would stay away as long as I could take these pills. The pills made my life so much better, people around me would no longer call me insane or mention I seemed paranoid. All in all, whatever these pills did to me, I knew that the things I had seen were defiantly not a product of my imagination. I knew they were real, and wherever they were when I took the pills they were just waiting. Waiting in the darkness of my ignorance, waiting in the silence they've always been in.
     But of course, everything has an ending, no matter what it is. Everything ends eventually.

     One day, approximately three years after my treatment began, I ran out of pills. As usual, this wasn't a problem: all I had to do is go back to the doctor and ask for more. To my surprise, the doctor wasn't there anymore, he had disappeared. An immense fear invaded me and I felt more worried than I have ever felt in my whole life. 

     Those three years were the best I've had. Even when those things were around. Then it hit me; those things. Those fucking things took him, they knew he provided me with the pills that kept them away from me. I knew the pills were not easy to find, as the doctor had already said, and those things knew it as well. I had to find more pills, wherever and at any cost, I had to find more. Those things would be back again otherwise, and it might be sooner rather than later. 

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end of chapter 1