|What scares me most?
Author: PunkyMusicLover PM
What scares me most? Was a thought that never crossed my mind after this. If you have any questions PM/Privet Message me.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 599 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: 07-21-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3043781
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Just another one-shot I wrote...
What scares me most? I thought as I lay on my bed. Spiders? No, I like spiders. Bats? No, I love bats even more. I looked over at a tank sitting by my bed. Snakes? Course not! I have one as a pet.
I sighed and got up from my bed, on account of hearing my mom call my name. "Coming mother!" I ran down the stairs, question still buzzing in my mind.
I was back in my bedroom after my mom had called me down and was laying face first in my pillow. Listing to the awful sounds of my mom and dad fighting.
1,2,3,4... I counted the hurtful seconds in my head, still listening closely.
All I heard next was my mother racing up the stairs and a loud-
"Sweetie," My mother opened my door with some strength. "pack your bag, we are staying at a hotel tonight." She left my door wide open and went to her room. The next thing I heard was my dad going into the backyard and my mom talking to my older brother and younger brother.
I began to pack quickly, tears running down my cheeks, not thinking of what could happen next.
Once a was finished packing I stood up...Or tried to...My legs didn't want to move, I was frozen. My mom, bless her sole, came in and helped me up when she was done packing my little brother.
Even though I could move, my legs were wobbly. My head was pounding, and I felt like screaming. Is this what fear feels like? I thought wile I was hurried into the car by my mother. Great, just how I wanted to spend my Christmas.
I either: fell asleep or it was a really short drive, because it felt like five minutes in the car, tops.
We stayed in the hotel for about three days, two nights before leaving. Over that time period I really thought that I would never see my dad again. My mom filed for a divorce and my big brother calmed us down from that night.
We drove in the car for about 8 more hours before reaching my grandma's house, which we would be staying until we could find a apartment of our own.
So one night, I was waiting in a bedroom and I started to cry. My legs got wobbly again and I had the same feeling from that night. Except this time, I did scream. I didn't realize why until I heard foot steps coming back the hall to where I was.
What scares me most...I continued to cry into my mom's shoulder, her saying in that calming voice of her's "What's wrong?"
"Silence!" I cried. "Silence! That's what is wrong, mom! Silence!" I cried for at least two hours before my Grandma, mom, and big brother calmed me down.
It has been a couple years since that incident and to this day not only am I ever with my one enemy, silence, but I know what I'm afraid of.
The silence that night, reminded me that I hate it. That I, was so used to screaming and yelling and noise, that I couldn't be around it. It screamed the truth in my face.
"The silence scares me, because it screams the truth."
I hope you liked it. Also, this is a semi true story, some things in here actually happened to me, (ages and places altered). If you have any questions please PM/Privet message me...Or just, not get the answer to your question.