It never appeared to anyone if he was always like that, until someone asked him a question he subconsciously wanted to be asked.
As a child he asked questions. Told stories. Laughed at his own jokes.
He also used to speak. Even loudly. But those around him were even louder. Too busy. Too wrapped in their own noises for him to be noticed.
When he speak no one listened, when he didn't no one noticed. So he learned earlier-
"Silence is better than repeating myself, safer than being dismissed."
Over time, his world shrank. Words became whispers, then thoughts, then walls. He didn't mind it. At least that's what he told himself.
His loud laughters faded into unsure smiles. Now he'd bare understand jokes let alone made them.
Now the slowly imposed isolation was embraced by him and he became the quiet one. The observer. The listener.
The one who listened carefully and never interrupted.
People liked that. Liked him.
But no one ever asked-
" What would you like to say? "
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Quiet Rooms
Non-FictionA short story depicting a person silenced or more dismissed from childhood which resulted in trauma and fear of rejection. As the time goes by it took the form of walls and stucked feelings and words that soon were normalised even forgotten. After a...
