Silence In other words, the complete absence of sound. Silence is something which holds the most significance in my short eighteen years of life, people take their voices for granted, I should know. I haven't heard my own voice since the day I was born, or at least that's what my mother Pamela Manson says. Ah, yes my mother, the woman who brought me to this world and the one who's the most defensive when it comes to me, her only daughter. When it comes to looks me and my mother are drastically different, my mother Pamela is a spitball of fire, even at the height of five foot four with her short curly orange hair, grey eyes and pale skin. Being a lawyer, she never hesitates to tell it like it is, and she can't stand to hear a word if it's against her and her family. Even so, beyond her fury, lies a goodhearted woman who would do anything to protect the ones she loves. Although I can't say the same for the times she argues with my father, Jeremy Manson. My father, Jeremy Manson is a tall man at five foot eight, with black hair, grey eyes and sun-kissed skin. Most people say I look like my father because of his hair, without it of course you would think I was a stranger. My father owns a seventy billion dollar corporation called Manson real estate. It's for the sole purpose of selling buildings, houses and lands across the city of Amity, the place which we reside. My parent's of course, being as rich and successful as they are bought the most lavish manor they set their eyes on in Amity. I spent most of my childhood living in mansions and luxurious hotels whenever my parents moved or visited other places for their occasional business trips, so it didn't come as a big surprise. Of course maybe it was the fact that because of my disability I had been pampered my whole life. Unlike most successful parents, my mother and father always found time in their day to spend with me which I was always thankful for. My parent's spared no expense at my education either, hiring the best tutors across the country in order for me to graduate. But like many other kids there were things which my parents did that irritated me, like hire me a specialist that would teach me sign language in order to communicate with others. Why this irritated me so much? Because I was better off of learning from books rather than a person treating me as if I was a child, if there was one thing that irritated me it was people who expected any less of me once they knew of my disability.
There are situations in which having a voice would come in the most useful. For example you're being kidnapped, you could probably scream your lungs out until someone hears you and sees the situation at hand, why? Because you used your voice, for that reason your either being saved or have added a witness which would be helpful in finding you. Another example could be that you're going out to eat and you happen to be allergic to one of the ingredients on the menu. You can easily tell the waiter or waitress to leave it out without causing risk to yourself. Or in my case, it could be that you just happened to oh-so- coincidentally walk right into a crime scene for the first time in your life and fainted on the spot because of the smell of rotting corpses. Next thing you know you're awake with a weapon in your hand and cops surrounding you, ready to take you behind bars. Yes, that would definitely be a great time in which your voice would be useful.
I sat up disorientated, events from last night coming back to me like a slap in the face. I was walking along a dim lit street, my mother and father had gotten into an argument again and I couldn't stand to bear it anymore so I left. One of the maids insisted I take a bodyguard with me as it was late at night but I only denied it as it would irritate me. How I wish I didn't deny that simple request, how I wish I never left home at all and rather continued to listen to my parents spit colorful words into each other's faces. Instead I found myself walking down an unfamiliar street by an empty road at two in the morning, that's when I heard the strangest sound. It was like a high pitched scream but muffled at the same time causing the person screaming to be reduced in volume. I acted on impulse of course, regardless of my disability, if someone was in trouble I needed to at least help them. Unfortunately by the time I arrived at the source of the sound, my own eyes widened in horror at the sight in front of me. Three corpses, each one more horribly mangled than the other lay in a row, as blood began to pour slowly out of their bodies. Pale grey faces, empty eyes and mouths wide, they seemed to stare at me in warning. Horrified I took a few steps back and looked around, if there was anyone here than I had to get away and fast. Snapping my eyes back to the corpses the smell radiated off of them and into my nostrils. It was like copper only more vile, I peered down at my purple converses which now had a bit of blood on the bottom edges. I gagged, it was as if some sick minded fuck decided to make a soup of purely blood and skin and let it boil overtime. Why in the world would anyone do that? Well let's just say that during one of my parent's business trips we went to a fancy restaurant, my parents and I decided to choose a rare delicacy, something which I will always regret because ever since that I became a vegetarian.
In fact now that I think back to it, the blood didn't smell like copper at all but of rotting meat sitting in the garbage that no one bothered to throw away. My vision slowly faded to black, as the smell took over my senses and I fainted. The first thing I thought when I woke up was why my bed was rough and cold, why one of my hands felt heavy or the fact that I could hear hushed whispers from all around. It wasn't my birthday and as far as I could remember last night-wait, last night! My eyes shot open in pure horror as I looked ahead of me. Police cars barricaded around me, a huge crowd in the distance and flashes of cameras made me squint from the light. People were gesturing to me as others vigorously nodded. One man stood pointing in the direction of my apparel, I followed his index finger and nearly dry heaved. My purple hoodie was drenched in blood as well as my blue skinny jeans and my converse could now barely be recognized. My fingers trembled, but the weight of something caused me to look at my hand, oh god no! There in my right hand, held tightly in my grasp was a gun. In a panic I stood, the gun falling from my fingers as I turned around in horror to stare at the corpses. I didn't even have time to take a step; police officers cuffed me and shoved me into the back of one of their police cars. The rest was just a blur, for the first time in my life I, Samantha Vivian Manson was put in behind bars without a proper trial, without a visit from my parents and without a single chance regardless of my disability.
A lone tear slid down my pale cheek, as I looked at the girl before me. Long black hair was put into a bun, pink lips pulled into a tight line and her small height at five foot six was in a grey jumpsuit that was so loose she appeared to be drowning in it. Large violet eyes rimmed with red stared back at her in sorrow as her lips tried hard not to quiver. Using one of my sleeves, I wiped my tear before sinking against the prison cell wall and putting my head on top of my knees. I was that girl and I had never felt so pitiful.
(Hello! As you know I'm back, and if you're reading this story from the start or seeing the different changes It's because of the fact that I'm re-editing this story as my writing has drastically improved! I apologize to most of my followers for the fact that I abandoned this story, but there were family problems in the way and for me family comes first. Anyhow now that I've gotten through that I hope that you'll enjoy Silence; Unspoken words as there is definitely more action involved around this rather than before, no need to worry it still follows the story line just the same but since my writing skills have improved it's much better and more detailed than before! I hope that you all will support me through this entire journey and hopefully get this story done by the end of 2013 or even earlier before that so I can continue on new stories to write for you.)