Silent Echoes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
A young woman muses about her loss.

Submitted: March 08, 2009

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Silent Echoes

Silence is louder than noise.

She always knew that. But she never really felt it. And now it’s coming back to haunt her.

Maybe she deserves it; knowing that she will never hear her voice again; never see her face waking her up every morning. The quiet surrounds her, and seems to fill the emptiness of her head.

The lack of sound will surely make her explode.

Silence has an echo all its own.

She always wondered why that seemed so. Silence rings louder in her ears than the sound of her own cries when they took the young one away.

As she walks around, she grasps faint tinkles of laughter, sweet and innocent.

Perhaps the silence is for the best. The little one never had a good life here.

Her brain pounds with thoughts of what could have been; what should have been.

‘If I had a better job,’
‘If I had a better apartment,’
‘If I could afford her,’
But there is no time for Ifs.

Silence laughs and mocks your every move.

She can’t stand it. Every day she sits still, not wanting to move and hear the jeers the silence throws at her. They come anyway.

She can hear them, echoing off the walls. The plaster never really soaked up sound well.

She walks down the hall and steps on a worn teddy bear. Its cries of agony pierce her ears, and she grabs it up off the floor, and gasps as tears flow out of her eyes.

Silence closes its fingers around your throat.

She can feel it. The silence sucks the breath out of her and leaves her deflated. But the bear stays. It is unaffected by the quiet.

Walking into the bedroom, she sees a slew of memories. On the wall is the family painting that the young one made on her first day of school. In the shoebox is the first book she learned to read. On the bed is her favorite Barbie Doll.

The bear slips from her grasp and falls to the floor.
She doesn’t think she can go on.

Silence forever locks the prison door.

And all she can do is stare out the window into the world beyond. She can’t even raise a finger to stroke the noise that is so thick it hangs in the air.

It’s as if the key has been thrown out, and lost to the ages. She is unaware of the time passing by. She still hopes the little one will come home from school, and tell her about how she learned what rhyming meant, and how to tell time.

Silence is a swarm of angry bees.

She can’t run from it. It’s always there, breathing down her neck.

She sits still, unblinking, unmoving. The only thing she can see is the photograph in her hand. Staring out from the photo are a young woman and a young girl. The girl is holding a brand new Barbie Doll, and sitting in the woman’s lap.

Laughs, shouts, and exclamations of joy reverberate in the empty room. Soon they are overcome by echoes of sobs and protests. She closes her eyes and sees what seems a movie play out in front of her.

“Don’t take her!” the fragmented shout bounces around her head.

People in suits fill her line of vision; she can’t see the little one.

Sobs are heard, but they are not her own. It’s the young one; she doesn’t understand.

Opening her eyes, she sees she has been crying. She looks down, and wipes the tears off the photograph. The silence is echoing in her ears; it won’t go away.

Silence is louder than noise.

But silence won’t stay with you forever
 


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