It was vast and oppressing. Daley was drowning slowly, painfully in It. But there was no one to pull her free from her tormentor. For It could not be broken. It was silence. It filled the island, but more importantly the silence filled Daley.
She needed music back. She loved the way she felt when it played. She ceased to be herself, almost floating. Disembodied by the words and melody, the world outside of the sound pushed far away. Her own voice creating a gentle hum in her mind as she sang, obliterating all the thoughts she desperately wanted to drive away. Lost in a safe world, alone but not lonely.
She hated how no else seemed bothered by the quiet. But then again they didn't have a mother's voice that rang through their mind every time the music stopped.