Hello! this is the first fanfic I put on this site! I wrote it on a stormy night, when the electricity was cut off, at the light of a candle my mom light up.

I know Nudge seems OOC, but you never know how people really feel on the inside, so it might be true. It was inspired by a book from Sarah Dessen, "Just listen"

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride, it belongs to James Patterson. I only own the inner thoughts of Nudge, that may or may not be true.

Screams and Silence

How can the others stand being so quiet? Why are they not afraid of this Silence? Silence is heavy, Silence is so freaking loud. Silence let you hear things that happened in your past.

I hear Screams. Screams, shrieks, howls, whimpers, sobs, cries, moans, yells, mumbles, whispers, angry voices, chuckles. Experiments and Whitecoats both have a place in Silence, both loud and seeking my attention. All in this Silence.

I talk, talk, and talk to cover up the Screams and the others always stop me with a hand on my mouth. I always need to stop screaming, to stop myself from telling them not to help the Silence, to let me fill it up with meaningless words to cover up the Screams.

The Scream: there are years of them. Some are the Flock's, some are from other experiments: new ones, half-dead ones, on their deathbeds' ones, in pain ones.

I can hear Iggy's screams during the surgery that took his sight. He mumbles, curses the Whitecoats that stole what was his, sobs when he thinks of what he lost forever. I can hear Max trying not to squeak as she gets shocked. I can hear Fang's soft and muffled moans after a psychology test, the one where they show you those horrible pictures, worse than the dying experiments. I can hear Gazzy crying himself to sleep and baby Angel sobbing for food the Whitecoats deny her.

I can hear the howls of Erasers as they run after a failed experiment who is yelling in its panic. After the hunt, I can hear the ripping, the loud chuckles when the experiment call for help in its last breath. I hear the Whitecoats' angry voices when an experiment failed, their cheers when they succeed in hurting, ruining another child.

The Silence gets louder and louder and so does the Screams and I talk and talk to muffle them and I can't. I can't because a cruel hand is in front of my mouth, helping the Screams, letting them win, making me more and more afraid of the Silence, making me want to talk more, although I am unable to.

I am on the verge of craziness, of drowning in the Screams, drowning in the noise of the School.

As I loose myself, I think of the others: how can they stand the Silence? And Fang: how does he cope? Did he give up to the Silence or is he affronting it on its territory? How does he cope without talking, without killing the Silence? If the Silence is not killed, if it remains, then it fills everything up and weights on me and brings me to the realm of Screams. Did he loose himself in the Screams?

My name is Nudge. I'm known as a chatterbox. But they don't know the reason behind my chatter.

I talk to kill the Silence, to cripple the realm of Screams; without Silence, the Screams go back to the School, where they lay in wait until the Silence comes again…or that the Erasers catch you and bring you back so they can drag you under once more.

So, I hope you enjoyed. Please review, I would love to know your opinion!