The World is Quiet

I‘ve always longed for a quiet world.

Wouldn’t you want the same, if you heard enough? What do you hear when you are awake? Birds chipping, trees whispering, the patter of raindrops against your windowpane or perhaps, your neighbor’s shameless singing in the shower.

I am a quiet girl, I tend to listen more than I speak.

And trust me, it is a whole different world when you keep still and listen.

They tell you things, significant or not. You will understand once you try. Because in life, the obvious doesn’t tell you a thing.

Nonetheless, it is never once up to you to choose. You cannot select which sound to tune down, not to mention block out. Sometimes you cannot avoid hearing things, such as the couple next door arguing, a baby left alone howling, or the street boys fighting down the street. Or someone, somewhere, withering in pain. Abuse, murder, rape!

It pieces one’s heart.

And for some reason, these sounds … once they pass the eardrums, they proceed straight into my head. They circle around my mind as if it was a vulnerable prey. And nothing could get them out again.

They echo in my endless nights.

They haunt me; they whisper dark secrets in the darkness. And nothing could make them stop.

I had enough of it.

One night, I climbed up to the rooftop and stared up at the cloudless sky, and I wished upon a star, I wished that my world would become different one day - a world so peaceful, so quiet.

You know the saying be careful what you wish for? Well, I was sorry when I learned the truth of that.

Because mine came true:

I became deaf from that day on.

Came to me one night when I could not sleep. This is a prologue, but I am not sure if I should continue or not. What do you think?