Silence

By: Silent Lullaby

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


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I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed. I
really appreciate it.

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It's cold today. The light breeze causes me to shiver and my teeth to chatter. It seems even the trees are cold. Their bare branches strike against one another making a frightful noise.

I spy the marred wood of the front door. Its paint is peeling in the corners and the knocker fell away long ago.

My cold fingers caress the old copper knob before turning it and opening the aged door. The creak it makes echoes through the empty halls as I shut it.

I should oil the door but I would miss the sound however horrible it is. It is so much better than
the chilling silence that freezes me even where the wind can not reach.

I rest upon the beaten couch. Like me it has seen better days. It looks tired and worn as if existing has become a chore. I feel the same way sometimes.

Too tired to make it up the steps to my room I curl upon the couch. My fingers grasp the small blanket from under the couch and I wrap it around myself.

Its soft touch comforts me. Mother made it for me when I was just a baby. Its embrace reminds me of hers. Warm and caring.

If only I had been whole she might have lived. Without father to keep her spirits high she had lost herself to despair over the debts she had. It must have broken her heart when she discovered my weakness.

Losing myself in the faded memories my eyes begin to grow heavy before my fatigue takes me and I sleep.


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My head jerks up at the sound of footsteps upon the stairs. I rub my temples before grasping about for my clock. Pressing the top button its electronic voice emerges. I wonder why someone if coming for me, it's too early for supper. There's no other reason for anyone to come this way, my room is out of the way.

Stretching my tired legs I grip the chairs arm and move to stand. Just as I get to my feet I hear the door swing open and the distinctive step of my sister Iria enter my chambers.

"Quatre you should be ready by now. We really need to get going if we are going to make it to the benefit dinner on time. Be in the front hall by five alright."

I nod and listen as she leaves. The benefit had completely slipped my mind. It was just another excuse for the rich to make a show of giving scraps to the people they walked upon day after day. I don't know why Iria makes me go. I just sit and read a book I place under the table cloth. If anyone talks to me they say how sorry they are after discovering my disability and leave.

Sighing I move to my closet. My hands run over the fabric of the clothing until I find the stiff tux I wear to events. Pulling it on I grab my book and cd player from my bed and slowly walk to the front hall.

At least I have Shipago and the black door to save me from the vileness of the event.