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June 3, 2009
This is a promotion story, dun give any harsh cummends.
hate SPAMMERS.

Story life 151- brought to you by Exorcist Aldrick

Silence

Silence, to most people, is a state of extreme quietness, where nothing can be heard. To me, however, nothing in the world could be louder than silence. It is so loud, in fact, that it is almost deafening, the lack of sound; the complete absence of noise, has the potential to drive people insane. It is what I experienced when I come home every day. Things were not like this in the past.

A year ago, our home was a warm and delightful place to live in, with sounds of laughter and lively conversation resounding through the house. Every night after dinner, Papa would play the guitar, and Mama and I would sit beside him, singing and clapping along. Papa was Mama’s best friend and soul mate, a perfect father and mentor to me. He was the center of our world. However, Papa was cruelly taken away from our lives during an accident that happened a year ago. Things have never been the same ever since then.

After God took Papa away, something in our hearts vanished together with him. Mama became a shadow of her once cheerful self and chose to spend her days locked up in the bedroom, refusing to leave the house or to face the world. The doctors called it depression but I knew better. Mama could not get up, because moving on with life would mean accepting the reality of the fact that her beloved was gone forever, and to accept it would be a pain too hard for her to bear. It would destroy her. My condition was not any better. However, I had no choice but to carry on with my life, for the sake of Mama and myself.

When I was at school, the pain was momentarily forgotten and I allowed myself to be happy; sometimes, I even forgot the fact that Papa was no longer around. I believed that by putting up a brave front, my wounds would eventually heal up slowly. After all, time is the best medicine. Night time was nightmarish and unbearable. I came home from school to a silent house. Not a single sound wave resonated through the house. It was complete silence. The silence consumed me, slowly devouring me bits by bits. It was too menacing. I could feel the silence screaming through my ears, so loud that it almost deafened me and all I was left with was a head full of unanswered questions and an empty heart.

One day when I came home from school, Mama was out of the bedroom, sitting on Papa’s favorite rocking chair. It had been a year exactly since that hellish accident. She rocked back and forth on the rocking chair; her eyes stared blankly into the empty space. I knew she was blaming herself for what had happened. I placed my bag down on the floor and memories came flooding into my minds. That time, Papa was rushing home to make it in time for Mama’s birthday celebration. Upon the way, he had forgotten to buy the cake and thus had to make a detour. He called home to apologize for being late and then his voice was disturbed by the sickening sound of a crash; coming to an abrupt dial tone. That was the last time we ever heard his voice. I could still remember his last words, “I will be home before seven. Wait for me.” In the end, he did not keep his promise.

I sat by Mama’s side, and somehow, the silence was not that menacing anymore. Suddenly, it felt like a companion, a friend, not a foe. We sat like this for a while, and for the first time in a year, Mama finally spoke.
“Sweetheart, what is the time now?”

I smiled and looked at the clock. The hour hand was pointing six, nearly seven.
“It’s almost seven,” I said.
“Papa will be home before seven, let’s wait for him.” She said while smiling.
The silence had been broken.

PS: FOr some people that do not understand this story means that they have poor english and stuoid brain.
I still remembered that Dean gave a stupid comment after the story i made.Truly saying, he didn't understand the story at all. My story sucks he says? His face sucks even more..


Distance hearts when rejoined as one,may find the light within
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