Defeaning Silence Alyssa Griesman
“Hide here and don’t move. I’ll be right back,” my mother whispered in her calm, composed tone. I tried desperately to make her stay, but it was no use. She held me tight and sent a reassuring look my way. She then gave me a soft, tender kiss on my forehead and headed over to my bedroom door. Her eyes, brave and fearless, met mine one last time before she gently opened the door and closed it quietly behind her. Moments later, screams reverberated throughout the house, forever imprinting themselves into my soul. Glass and plate wear shattered as tables and chairs were knocked over left and right. A surplus of tears began to accumulate, streaming down my face, feeling as if they’d never stop. I felt a stabbing in my heart as more screams traveled through the air. They became louder and louder and louder…until they were gone. Silence. The silence was so loud that I could hear the inhumane rhythm of my heart throbbing in my throat. Any previous, inaudible sounds were now easily and eerily detectable, making the almost faint sound of unfamiliar footsteps infiltrate the quiet air like the roar of an engine. Fear penetrated my body and blood as each thump became increasingly louder and closer. Clouds of darkness gathered around me, distorting my world into absolute horror. Then, the chime of the heavy footsteps stopped right outside of my bedroom door. I’m never making it out alive . Yet, the expected click of my door knob and creak of my door never came. Instead, I was met with the expansion and contraction of the wooden floors, as those heavy footsteps retreated away. Moments later, the click of a door knob and creak of a door came not from my bedroom door but from the front door downstairs. And then, there was that silence once more, leaving me by myself: scarred, scared, shaken up, and alone.
53
Made with FlippingBook Online document maker