This room is silent

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
A girl sitting in a room with two other people.
They are asking her questions and she learns something she hasn't realized before now.

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I'd say an interest in psychological and a wild fantasy would make this story interesting to a reader.

Submitted: October 28, 2011

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"What do you see in this picture?" I asked her.
She sat on the chair in front of me with her arms crossed. Her glance was one the floor.
She slightly lift her head up and her eyes attached to the picture. 
I looked at her, to be frank, I was afraid of her expression.
She looked mad, something of a deeper version of mad. 
She leaned forward to see the picture better.
"I see a girl..." she started, and took a breath "She is mad. Ashamed, for being a being she is"
She tilted her head to the right. She wasn't blinking.
"Humans. She hates them. The society, created by humans" 
She leaned back to the chair and looked me in the eyes. 
"A girl who is mad and ashamed because of humans?" my coworker said as she wrote down the things that were said.
I know it is my duty to take care of my patients, but this particular girl sitting on the lonely white chair in front of me horrifies me.
Her macabre eyes that show somehow of a mix of anger and emptiness. 
"Would you care to motive your answer, please?" I asked her, trying not to tremble my voice. 
She stood up. She walked towards me. 
"That is the girl" she said and pointed her finger at a certain place on the piece of paper I was holding. 
She moved her finger slightly to the right. 
"That is anger" 
She moved finger slightly down. 
"Shame"
To the left.
"Emptiness" 
She was doubting if she should continue. She looked at me for a second, then back at the picture. Her finger was 
still on the paper. 
"Hate." she whispered "It's all over the picture."
I could feel her anger. It's like she'snever been able to smile. Never able to do such an easy thing.
"Thank you" I started "You may sit-" 
"HATE!" she rapidly grabbed the picture and tore it to pieces. 
"I HATE THIS PLACE! A PICTURE WON'T PROVE WHAT I'M FEELING!" She threw the pieces of paper on me. "WHY?!" she yelled.
"NO ONE KNOWS WHAT I'M FEELING! NOT EVEN ME! HOW THE HELL DO YOU EXPECT TO HELP ME?!
She started tugging her hair while she was screaming for an answer. 
"THIS PLACE. THIS PLANET. THE BEINGS. EVERYTHING. PISSES ME OFF!"
I couldn't look at her anymore. I moved my glance at my coworker. She was frightened. 
The girl's feet were trembling. She fell to her knees. She didn't make a sound.
I stood up from the chair and bent down to see her face. I was expecting tears running down her cheeks.
But not a single drop was dropped. She had her eyes closed.
"Is there anything more, sweety?" I asked her confidently and stroke her hair. She didn't move. 
"I've never experienced silence before." I got from her mumbling "This room is silent".
"What do you hear when it's not silence?" I asked. 
"I'm not sure. Thoughts, maybe?"
"Why do you think it's silent now?" 
"I'm not thinking about anything." 
She opened her eyes. "I'm crazy." 
She looked at me. "I need help, don't I?"
Even though her macabre eyes are horryfying me, I can't help but see a helpless young girl who needs someone to hold her.
I put my arms around her. With a quiet voice I said right next to her ear "It's okay. I'm here for you. I promise you're going to be alright."


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