The stillness was deafening. It's always quiet, but today was horrible. Quiet, then periodic ringing in my ears. My unstable breath was annoying but trying to fix it made the sound louder. It was like I was the only one, not even birds dared to sing.
Between the run down apartment building, now unlicensed homeless shelter, and half broken windows on small houses, this place was a dump. To me, this is more than a dump, it was hell. No one made noise, no one cried, no one coughed or sneezed, no barks, no words, just like a blank canvas waiting for the artist to find their muse. The cracked pavement, practically unavoidable, had its own ecosystem. Somehow it thought this would be a good place to settle down and expand. Unbelievable, why pick a place like this when it could be miles from here in a place of vast expanses.
Life chooses its way of living when it starts when it comes to foliage, but experiences change a person. Experience changes plants as a whole, but humans learn lessons one by one. Some people don't learn the first time so they fall down a rabbit hole of bad decisions and end up in this place. 'A district' which just refers to the fact that it's abandoned, I refer to it as an abomination.
The stillness stopped, for what seem like an instance less than a second or minute. Sounded like a foot step, or maybe metal. Maybe something setting into place. A loud pop almost, then nothing. Started with black dots, then my vision went completely black. Nothing was there. I didn't feel anything, didn't hear anything. The ringing was gone, and so was my breath. The stillness was deafening.
