Silence.
She could actually hear the silence ringing out. Its velvety voice mocked her, incased her with fear. Dealing with voices and noise was easy. Dealing with silence was deadly. Her heart beat quickened. It was pumping to full capacity. Her hands were icy cold and clammy. They clung to her sides like iron grips. Her trembling chin hovered over her knees.
Back and forth. Back and forth. She was rocking hoping it would create some noise. It didn't. She needed something to stop this. The gravely silence jabbed pins down her spine.
Help.
No help would come though. Not today. Not tomorrow. Her hope had drowned in the silence. It had been so quiet. So quiet for such a long time. She didn't understand it. You are given a mouth so you can talk. Why was nobody talking? Why was nobody there? She continued to rock back and forth. Her breathing was shallow and uneven. Where was everybody? Where did they go? Where?
Where? She curled on the ground. Her eyes were frozen. She couldn't sleep. Not with the silence. There should be people here. There are millions of people, why aren't they here? Shouldn't at least some of them be here? Somebody.
Anybody.
Nobody. Not a single body. She had a body, but nobody was here. She tried to shut her eyes but they were stuck staring. Her nails began to dig into her sides as she hugged herself tighter.
Nails? They were more like claws. Untrimmed and filled with grim. She tried to bite then off but her teeth were in an even worse off state. Her bones were frail, her teeth rotting. Her entire body was slowly dieing, except of course for her hair.
Her hair. At a point in time it had been blonde. Now it was a dark grisly color she had never learned about.
Draped over her chair, on the corner of her bed. It was everywhere. She couldn't escape the silence.
Her hair was where the silence hid. If she could amputate it then maybe she could have sounds again. She slowly raised her arms, an odor arouse that was unmistakably hers. She grasped her hand around the base of her head, a fistful of the hair in each and began to pull.
Her skull jerked back, her skin was taught. She pulled harder but to no avail. It would never leave her. Even in death she feared her hair would continue to grow and devour her corpse.
Help. But she couldn't form the words. Her lips her thin and cracked. She had mistakenly bitten large portions of them causing a bloody mess. She turned over but a tangle prevented her from getting up.
If she could get a knife from the kitchen. No, they wouldn't like that.
The unspoken rules frighten her, but kept her safe.
No knives- no cutting, not heat-no burning, no cold-no freezing, no food-no poison. She needed to be alive. Life was good.
Yes life was good.
She loved her life.
She was a princess. She smiled and got up. She smoothed down her dress. She ought to change she decided. She was wearing the same gown from yesterday. She took a few steps and was forced back to the ground by her hair. It was caught in the fire place.
Her smacked against the stone floor. Her vision blurred and when it came back to focus she noticed something.
Silence.
She could actually hear the silence ringing out. Its velvety voice mocked her…