Quietness
It is night.
Blood dripped on the wooden floor.
From the ceiling to the board.
In the dark room, with black and white with one window and one ceiling fan, slowly rotating.
The fan creaks every single time it rotates.
I sit in the corner and whine.
Whine, till I die.
Forever in the light of my heart's content.
Feeling my soul is bent.
Salty, smoggy tears dripped down against my gray skin.
Tick tock, tick tock, listen to the clock that talks.
Time is waiting for me to move and act.
But I will never turn my back.
Let my face touch the gray wall.
I only cornered my eye against your eye.
...
My moaned echoed.
The window opens.
The noise stopped.
Except for the window, slowly creaking upwards.
I did not turn my back, I'm letting myself go against time.
But only my feet is slipping on slime.
I stood quiet.
The ceiling fan stopped.
Everything is still.
A cool nice breeze goes into my room.
I did not turn my back, for the time I am saving.
My eyes are bathing in tears.
My head went down even more.
I crunched myself into a fetal position.
Corner eying the shadow that is coming towards me.
...
"Go ahead." I said depressingly.
A cold old hand touched me like ice on my shoulder.
I cried.
The hand gripped my shoulder strongly, feeling like it's crushing my bones.
I urged to scream and call out for God, but I could not. Let the quietness go on.
...
An old horrid face with an orange ring glowing around the iris of the eye that I am cornering at it.
The black blackness of the pupil felt void.
The face smiled.
"Don't worry. . ." The figure said horridly.
The face continued to stare at me while I stare at it.
It's hair started to come around me, going around my mouth.
I did not bother to blow the hair out.
Let the quietness go on.
The figure blew out a tremendous horrible smell towards my nose with it's breath.
The smell smelt like rotten, half eaten rats while an expired milk goes to it.
I did not do anything; Let the quietness go on.
The figure's hand reached to my mouth and shushed me.
Covering my mouth with the old skin I am seeing.
I did not panicked; Let the quietness go on.
A long blade gently grazed my skin, showing my blood beautifully.
Then the blade thrust into me.
My eyes were wide open, I slightly gasped.
"Don't break the silent." The figure whispered.
The blade went through my stomach.
My eyes are closing, slowly.
Feeling the pain.
The sun came up, slowly. Having it's sunlight perched through the window.
The sunlight landed upon the figure.
The figure hoarsely screamed letting go of the blade. Looking up at the ceiling.
The figure's eyes turned to normal.
Poof.
The figure is gone, it's presence turn to dust.
I lay down on the side of my body still having the long blade inside of me, dying calmly.
I still looked at the gray wall.
The window showed full life of tranquility. Blue skies, autumn leaves, a few clouds, and the sun proudly up in the middle of the sky.
I closed my eyes to rest and die and finally said, "You broke the silence."
But I must warn you, though. If there's silence inside you house, don't break the silence let it through until the sun rises upon the figure, if not. . .then you are unlucky for it.
Now, I grinned and took my last breath.
Collaborated with TOM and REDDOT
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