Sometimes silence is peaceful; lulling a person into a secure mindset. Other times, silence is the last thing a person wants. They want to be surrounded by noise; music, people, any type of noise; anything to kill the silence.
It was one of these times for me.
The silence had become too much. Silence that surrounds can be suffocating, and sometimes it can be hard to find anything to help you breathe. Yelling and screaming, though they may be the most desirable options, are unavailable; you are surrounded, and there is no escape.
Why?
You didn't do anything. That's what they all say. But if you haven't committed an offence, then why the silent treatment? Isn't that punishment? It doesn't make sense.
But then again, not much does these days.
It wasn't too long ago that you would have killed for just a few moments of peace; you couldn't escape from the noise and the people then. And now that you have the silence, you want it to end? Geez, make up your mind.
But this wasn't the type of silence you were craving. This is the suffocating type of silence; the type of silence that can kill. You just wanted a moment to yourself before. You just wanted to escape your friends, your worries, everything, for just a few moments. But that wasn't possible.
And now, you have all the time to yourself you need.
They're never going to come back; why would you want them anyway? They turned their backs on you at the slightest chance; how could you ever trust them again?
This was the final straw; you haven't felt safe with them for a while; always feeling they were about to turn and stab you in the back. But you stayed with them; they needed you after all. They wouldn't have survived without you.
Or so you thought.
And now they are gone, never to come back to you, faces smiling, joke ready on their tongues.
They are gone.
You are alone.
For good.
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