Silence.
I hated silence. And it was all for one reason.
School. The School.
Silence is all there ever was
Silence is pain.
So I fill the void. It was easier on my mind. I didn't even think about what I said, I just said it.
I knew nobody listened to me anymore. That was okay. Just as long as there was no more painful silence.
Silence was death.
God knows how many expiriments I watched die. In silence.
So what if I got beat again?
I didn't want all the memories to come back. Anything to keep the memories at bay.
Everyone always thought that the younger kids would have it easier, and I was included in that category.
Never. I was just the right age.
I ran for days on end, had holograms of the flock being killed played over and over.
And the silence reminds me every moment of excrutiating moment of pain at the school.
So I stopped the flow of memories.
I am Nudge, the motor mouth. Fang may be silent because of the school, but I am not. I am the surior of something worse than the holocaust, because they made it clear they were going to kill us. But they wouldn't just kill us, torture was watching those you came to love being forced to do things that are painful, or even dying. And there was no war to sae us, and no safe land for refugees. The world didn't understand, or een know what was going on behind these walls.
I may look like a normal teenage girl, but I'm changed.
Changed by silence.