The silence gets too loud to take.
Theres no people talking to me.
No rain falling on the ground to make a pitter patter sound.
No wind to woosh by me.
I'm stuck here. In this silence.
The silence shrieks at my ears.
I hate it.
One second ago it was me and him.
Him and me.
Alone arguing.I saw the angry wrath build behind his white fleshy cheeks.
I saw him pick something up, what was it?
It shined, it glinted into my eyes, nearly blinding me.
Why is it quiet now?
Is he gone, has he left, did he go to bed?
Wait, it's dark too!
Too dark, but why is it dark?
What's going on.
Where am I, why was I sent here.
Did I do something? I dont think so.
Why am I hear with this loud silence and this blinding darkness that hurts my eyes?
Where, why ?
I don't like it here, it's cold. Too cold!
Where am I ?
...... Oh wait, now I know. I'm gone, I'm dead, and im not coming back !
A Loud Silence
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