The Silence

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This short story is written as a substitute for the hurt one may cause themself. It's not really a warning against suicide, it's simply a story depicting the sad silence of death.

Submitted: March 04, 2017

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Death is peaceful; It's the silence that kills you. As I stand here, my back toward the setting sun, I hardly notice the rain splashing in pools around me, for it is completely silent. My eyes are trained on the dark figures, hunched under umbrellas around a patch of fresh dirt and a shiny new headstone. My family knows not of my presence, only of their grief as they watch my frail body lowered into the ground. I wish I could tell them how simple it was. I wish I could tell them how the pain disappeared even before my heart stopped. But I couldn't even if I tried, for the silence allows no words. Nothing can break the impenetrable perfection of this new world, not even scars. I raised my wrists to my eyes. Not a scratch could be seen, not a single imperfection in my marble-like skin. I could breathe with ease again, though no noise escaped. I no longer worried about the slowing of my heart, for the quiet pounding was not an issue in this world of silence. The cancer leaching away at my body was gone. I was more alive than I'd ever been before. If I could've told my sister this, maybe she wouldn't have worried as much. Maybe her last memory of me wouldn't have been the audible clinging of the blade as it fell beside my limp body. Maybe she wouldn't be at my side now if I only could've told her. But the silence allows it not, so not we will.


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