All characters and events in this story are completely fictional. If anything seems familiar it is completely coincidental. All situations in this story come completely from my imagination. _________ "You gotta get it how you live baby." he said. "World kinda crazy, life kinda hazy, but we blessed baby." he said. "I do what I do for us baby, to maintain, we have to maintain." he said "Now wipe ya fuckin tears,and help me count this money. I only wanna see green faces." "Oh,and Ariah? Remember Daddy loves you." he said, like he always does. _________ My name is Ariah Zema, last name unnecessary. You can't have fun if you lack the funds. To acquire my company you must have the currency. The value of your association with us is worthless. We are The Connected, The Affiliated, The Mothafuckin Supreme.

for nights when the weeds in my head need removal and when my thoughts are in hurricane season.

In all the years I have lived I have never found my sound again. The reverberating cries of the girl who was slain in my custody will never escape me, and I know it is my punishment, for a soul cannot thrive in these conditions. On a fateful night out with friends Estelle finds herself in an accident, losing her ability to hear and forever hearing the sound of silence, but she finds her own healing. Her personal lamentations begin to cease once she finds her own masterpiece in the form of love. This is the story of her revival.