C o n t r a v e n i n g S i l e n c e

Chapter 1: voices in my head

Staring blankly at her brand new-please-talk-for-me-flats, she let her mind flap back like an elastic waistband. No thinking freely.

"Come on, honey. We're going." Kendra Block shouted from downstairs, her voice echoing faintly in the brunette's ears.

Obviously not expecting a response.

Pulling herself off the hard wooden floors, she dragged her feet to the outside car. Preparing herself for a long ride to her new living place: Westchester, New York.

Not a home.

She sat on the comfy leather seat of the Range Rover with her ear buds in tact as she listened; mouthing the lyrics as they drove in silence.

Ah. Silence.

:::-:::

"We're here Massie." Kendra said cheerily as she hopped out of the car, grabbing a few belongings along with her as she bounced happily into the large mansion of a house.

Moving slowly, Massie plucked her head phones from her head and wrapped it around her i-love-you-no-matter-what-iPod gift. Sliding out of the car with exaggerated slowness, she took her time walking into the large house; already knowing where her room was.

She chose the room that had one single window. The room had a long walk-in closet where she could place her very large enough wardrobe, and a decent size carpeted bathroom. The various shadings of purple was just another bonus to the perfect room. Immediately when Massie had pointed to the picture of a sketch of the house's rooms, clearly saying she wanted that one—Kendra obliged.

Purple comforter and everything else in place—thanks to the movers—she sat on her bed and stared out the window. The clouds of gray were hurling unto the usual cheery blue sky, was now becoming an ominous dark gray cloudy, sky. Massie liked it that way.

"I'm going to the market to buy some new soap and stuff, would you like to come, Massie?" Kendra offered, her eyes hopeful and bright for the first time in a long time.

Massie shook her head no, gesturing to the porch—another sign saying she'd be on the porch reading or listening to music. Kendra nodded, understand perfectly, and picked up her keys and drove away.

Carefully picking up her cell-phone and iPod and book, Harry Potter And The Deathly Hollows, and made her way out to the porch. Sitting gracefully on the cushioned swinging bench, her eyes glazed over the sentences as she plugged in her ear buds and listened to the songs. She made sure her phone was on vibrate: always.

:::-:::

Time passed by, and by the time she lifted her head up to check the time on her phone's clock, a sound of a car door slamming was heard. Alert at once, she unplugged a head phone and lifted her head up searching for the source of the noise.

It was Kendra. Relief.

"Hi, honey. How's the book?" Kendra asked as she carried a couple of bags by Massie. Massie ran inside abruptly to grab the board.

Steadily picking it up, she ran back towards the kitchen where her Mother was putting away the groceries and stuff. Taking out the pen from the holder on the board, she began scribbling frantically. Full of unspoken words.

She lifted the board from the marble counter and turned it so Kendra could read it.

Massie's legible handwriting read:

Actually, it's really good. Snape just died.

Kendra smiled, "That's too bad. I liked Snape."

Taking back the board and using an eraser, she erased her previous message and wrote a new one.

Me too.

"Have you met any of our neighbors yet?" Kendra asked as she began putting away the food and preparing the oven for cooking.

No, why?

Kendra read silently, always.

"They're very nice, actually. They're coming over for dinner tomorrow night," Kendra looked excited as she began enthusiastically talking now—Massie hadn't seen her act that way in so very long. "I don't even know what to cook them yet!—They have a son named Derrick—he's your age and a cutie—" She winked, jokingly. "And a daughter your age also, named Claire Lyons. She's such a sweetie. You two will be the best of friends; I know it!"

Feeling the urge to roll her eyes but not wanting to displease her for once happy mother, she forced a smile and picked up her board and belongings as she marched to her room. Putting her stuff in a small bag she had, she placed the white-board in—along with white-board marker, and eraser—her iPod, and her cell-phone, she slung the bag over her shoulder and ran down the long stairs.

Endless it felt.

Cursing herself for putting away her board, she picked it out eagerly and wrote speedily.

I'm going outside. Fresh air; I'll text you if I need you.

Kendra nodded after she read, and went back to cooking and humming to herself. Massie wondered always if Kendra ever felt lonely without a spouse. Massie felt lonely.

Walking out the door, she put away her white-board away and walked along the vacant street. It wasn't very dark; nearly twilight. Not sure where she was going, she kept walking.

"Hi! I'm Kristen Gregory. Are you Massie Block?" A dirty blond haired girl asked, an elated smile gracing her lips. Massie nodded, not making eye contact with the girl.

"Oh, well it's wonderful to meet you. Where did you move from? Are you liking Westchester? I can't wait to show you around Briarwood." She ranted, her ice blue eyes big and happy. "Oh you'll love it here."

Massie scoffed internally but kept a shell on the outside. Smiling and giving Kristen and obvious dismissal, she moved past Kristen to start heading home—she's had enough company for one day.

"I'll see you soon, then." Kristen's voice called distantly as Massie kept walking, her lips pursed.

Speed-walking back home, she began running home. Hopping the stairs up to her house, she bounded inside.

"How'd everything go? You weren't out very long," Kendra pointed out, chopping away at tomatoes. "Is everything alright?"

Massie nodded solemnly, her eyes droopy and tired. She plucked out her white-board and stuff and began writing sloppily.

I'm tired. I'm going to bed. I'm not hungry. Love you. Night.

Walking to her mother, she kissed her cheek and hugged her. Running up the stairs, she glanced back at her mother's figure. Kendra always seemed so lonely these days, but Massie knew giving her mother her own presence would not be a gift.

Changing into her pajamas, she slid into her extremely comfortable queen sized bed and fell fast asleep.

The entrance of yet another nightmare.

Always nightmares.

Author's Note: How do you like it? I just thought of it when I was reading, JustCallMeSara's "Justice Needed, Justice Found". It was extremely inspiring. Thank you. This first chapter is dedicated to you. (=

Review, please.

-J.H.Q.S.316