Silent Silence

Silent Saddness

Today I met a boy, he was quiet. He was different, he wasn't like all the other boys. He didn't make fun of me for being quiet. He had acted as if I wasn't there. I was surprised that I had actually seen someone nice. No one likes me, for they think I'm weird because I'm always silent and, alone, I think he's alone too. He had colorless messy hair and he was wearing a colorless vest with nice colorless shorts. He was colorless and boring, like me.

Even if he was alone, I will forever be silent, never to speak a word. Sometimes the silence isn't as silent as I. I usually win the silence game between the two. Sometimes an occasional drip, or gust of wind would ruin the silence, bring me back to the harsh reality in which I live in. Everyone fends for themselves and only themselves, they're selfish creatures.

I used to talk to Mum and Dad but I can't anymore... because they're gone. They went away and I can't find them. Mum promised they would come back but she hasn't come back yet. Until they come back I'm all alone, with the children that had laughed, and giggled. They don't laugh or giggle anymore, or interact with me, they only give me small glances.

I remember when I was little that when the children would laugh, I'd tell mummy and she would say everything will get better. It never got better, it only got worse. She used to always say "Karen, don't let the other children bother you so much, because in the scheme of things you're going to be buried in the same size box." That doesn't matter... does it? Now all I want is anyone to say something to me. Anything.

I always write letters to Mum but I never send them because when I tried to send one, the mail man didn't respond. I tried so hard to put it in his hand and he just kept dropping it, as if he didn't care if my letter was sent or not, after that he just kept walking. I then realized that I didn't know where Mummy and Daddy where and it wouldn't work even if the mail man had taken it or not.

Right now all I can think of is that boy and how he was as silent as me, he was winning against the silence. I could tell he wasn't letting the silence win. He was like me except right when I glanced at him a colorful woman, in a colorful dress with a fancy colorful hat, walked up to him, he smiled, making him turn loud and colorful, thus he spoke, "MUMMY!" the boy then jumped into the women's colorful arms. He wasn't like me, he wasn't winning against the silence, he wasn't alone, he wasn't colorless, and he wasn't boring. Thinking these things, a single drop of wetness rolled down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it off with the sleeve of my colorless dress.

After I waited on the colorless bench for a while I stood and walked slowly to the edge of town, then I saw the prettiest flower. When I picked it off its stem it turned colorless too and it was no longer pretty. It was boring, lonely, and colorless just like me. So I threw it on the ground, where it would now be forgotten. I walked on the dirt road to a little house in the forest. I'm in the lonely, colorless, boring forest to be alone, it's just me and the silence. Sometimes the silence gets lonely but I just wait, not making a sound.

I don't care for my appearance either, I'm too boring and colorless to care. That's why the other children made fun of me, because I'm different. I'm not normal as they would say. After a while they wouldn't respond to me... no one would. They would act as if I didn't exist, that's why the not silent boy didn't respond to me. He was still on my mind. I don't understand why, at first he was colorless and silent but then the colorful, loud woman came and then he too was colorful, and loud. It

really bothered me how humans can go to colorless to colorful in just a few seconds.

I was now at the front of the house, where the door is. All I could hear was Mum getting up and welcoming visitors into our home with a warm, cheerful, colorful, loud smile that was when our home was colorful and loud too. Then the house was yellow and had a dark brown roof with white panels around the windows, but now the house is colorless just like me. The walk ways are gone, it was forgotten so it vanished, and becoming the nothing it once was.