The Silence snuck up on Deidre, and before she knew it, she was in its clutches. She tried to speak up, but no one could hear her. She tried to get anyone’s attention about her problem, but no one noticed. No one seemed to care why the Silence picked her.
Years later she finally broke through, finding her voice once again. By then no one wanted to believe what happened to her that had caused Silence to so viciously destroy her ability to communicate what had happened.
The Silence had won again and moved on to find its next victim.
A quiet seemed to flow through the open windows, flooding the house in a tide of silence. The lack of sound deafened me and I wanted to scream, but as I opened my mouth the silence poured in, threatening to drown me. I made my way upstairs, trying to climb out of the quiet, but it swirled up with me. I closed the door to my bedroom and turned on the TV, but was met with a picture with closed captioning. The silence was already there, mocking me. It was daring me to try to make a sound. It was daring me to invite sound over. The silence screamed that if a sound came in that it would kick its backside back to where sound came from. I then knew that I had no chance to hear anything again. I started to cry, sobbing silently, watching as the tears fell wordlessly to the floor, never to be heard again.