Dead Silence

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A boy named Jacob, 11 who watches his mom go through the struggle of losing a spouse and living in a low-class family. With misophonia, the hatred of sounds he only wants Dead Silence

Submitted: January 15, 2015

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Dead Silence

By: Rebecca Cole

If the world was silent I wouldn’t have a problem with it. I’m Jacob, Jacob Kilowosky  the 3rd.  I attend Haltom Middle School and live in apartment B 182. The one thing I hate the most is talking. All I ever hear is people talking, talking about school, about the weather, and so much stuff I feel like pulling my hair out. I only go to school because mamma makes me. Otherwise I would sit and sleep, eat, and stay hidden in my room forever.  I don’t do much in there other than sleep, sometimes I play games. I don’t know what has made me hate talking so much; mamma says I’m just special which is fine with me because I enjoy the quiet. I get asked by my special doctor all these silly questions, do I enjoy school? Or do I have problems with pronouncing words? I always tell him no, I just don’t want to. I tell mamma to stop sending me there I really hate him, but she tells me he will help.  He gives me candy so I don’t argue I just go. I have a younger brother also. His name is Brandon he is 3. I’m only 8 years older than him but he makes so much racket. He is always crying when he don’t get his way. I tell him to be quiet but that only makes him cry more, than mamma comes in and has to take him out of the room. She tells me he will grow up and become a good little boy, that right now he just don’t know any better and that when I was his age I was the same way. He is also lucky he gets to stay home and play with his toys while I go to school. Mamma says he will be going to school when he gets old enough. But it still is not fair. I hate school, and when my teacher talks all I hear is blah, blah, blah.  I have one friend her name is Kelsey Jones. We go to the same school and are in the same classes. I’m her only friend and we are just fine with that. She doesn’t talk much so I think that is what makes it so easy being her friend. We live in the same neighborhood so when school lets out we walk home together. Today Brandon is playing with his toys and mamma is trying to fix supper. So she yells at me and tells me to go play outside. When she is like this it is better just to leave and does what she says instead of sit and arguing with her. That just causes more talking. So instead I go and I ask if Kelsey can come and play. She looks for worms and bugs to eat and I just sit and listen to the silence. When we do talk we ask about what we did in school today but we keep most of our conversations short. “What did you do today Kelsey?” I ask today.  “I found this big booger in my nose and stuck it on someone’s book. What about you? “I slept.” I answer. “Oh cool.” And that’s how our conversation ends.  Not much but enough to satisfy me and her. We sit there in silence for the rest of the time. Now it’s getting close to dark when I hear mamma call my name telling me dinner is ready to come in and wash my hands. So I say bye to my friend and that I will see her tomorrow. I take my time getting back to the house. I know mamma is going to be mad because she doesn’t like when I go slow because she would like to eat today. That’s what she says anyways and that makes no sense because it is not going to take me more than a day to get back. So when I get to the house I wash my hands and sit at the table. Its hot dogs and fries tonight which is Brandon’s favorite.  We sit in silence because mamma looks too tired to talk and Brandon is falling asleep in his food. By the time we finish he is already asleep and mamma just takes him to his room and puts him in bed. I help her clean off the table and tell her good night. When I get to my room I change into my pajamas and lay in bed. Mamma soon finishes in the kitchen and I see the light go off. Sometimes when mamma is like this silent makes me sad. I want to go in there like I used to when I was little and cuddle up next to her side but I know she will just tell me to go back to my room that she is too tired to sleep with me in there. Ever since daddy left she has been working really hard to keep me and bubba up. She cries often at night and I just lay in bed listening to her. That’s how she falls asleep. I wait up listening to her cry until I hear snoring. Sometimes I feel she will run out of tears crying so much. But when I finally hear her snoring I get up and go and kiss her on the forehead. She looks a mess her hair is all over the place and she looks like she could use a break. Then I go and crawl back into my bed. I think a lot. I wonder if mamma will ever be happy again.  Only time will tell though. Soon I am drifting off to sleep in a couple hours I will have to start my day off like every other day. But before I drift into sleep the question that always lingers in my mind is; would my life be any different if it wasn’t silent?

 


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