Silence

By: Silent Lullaby

I hold no claim to Gundam wing. However the story is mine.


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I'm sorry about the problems with chapter one, my spell check was on the blink and I never have the patience to go back to it by hand. I believe I've fixed everything but if you spot a particularly annoying mistake please tell me so I can alter it.

You will find out who the characters are, I just felt it would be better if that was revealed slowly for the sake of the story line.

As always, review, good or bad, are a welcome sight. If you have any questions feel free to use my e-mail address lunar_silence@hotmail.com.

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Dear Journal,

I was dancing at the Gundam Auditorium this evening. When I'm alone there and surrounded in nothing but the music I feel free. No one is there to say they know how I feel and how sorry they are about what happened. I can be myself again.

For awhile now I've felt like someone was watching me. I pretend its mother watching me dance sometimes. Other times I pretend it's a friend. It's been such a long time since I've had a friend, someone to confide in and care about.

Since I don't even know if someone is watching me I made a friend up. He's a little angel that watches me from the corner. My own gaurdian angel . Maybe I'll talk to him and he might come out from the corner and be my friend, As long as I'm imagininge things maybe he can take me away from these shallow people to someplace I can be free.

I know it's a mean thing to say since my sisters care so much about me but it's true. I can't tell them everything that I need to say. They wouldn't understand.

Today I was sure someone was really watching. I heard someone breathe a soft sigh in the corner. I listened but I didn't hear anything else. I must have imagined it but for a moment I thought I wasn't alone.

If there was someone there they must think I'm a fool. Whoever heard of a blind dancer? I can't see an audience or even the stage. If I was ever to perform the only people who would come are the ones waiting for me to fall off the stage.

As ridiculous as it is for me to dance I can't help but do it. The music makes me forget and the sounds of my feet against the floor create a picture in my mind. It's almost as if I could see again.

I'm sorry that I'm ranting to you journal but you are my only confidant. At least I never have to worry about my sisters reading you. They were to busy to learn Braille. After all they have their own lives and I shouldn't bother them with mine.

Yours truly,

Quatre Rebarbra Winner