Noises that kill

The room was silent.
For little Mary, this silence was bliss. It was rare in her life so she enjoyed it.
Then, she heard noises. People shouting, crying and throwing things.
Fear caught her. She realized it was Them.

Mary was just 11 years old. She was weak and sensitive.

She heard noises outside her room, praying it was not another fight.
She walked slowly towards the door. Her hands was sweaty, her eyes holding back the tears.
She opened it to see what was going on and saw shadows of her parents arguing about petty things.

"Why don't you just quit smoking!!!"
"It's none of your business so just shut up!!!"
"If you have money to buy cigarettes then you should have enough money to pay the bills!!!"
"Stop shouting, woman!!I know what to do!!!"
"I can't stand this anymore!!!"

BAM.
She shut the door close but she could still hear them shouting outside.
Now, she could not stop the tears from flowing. Her hands were shaking, trembling in fear.
"Stop...." she whispered. She knew it wasn't long until they call her out and question her..

"Mary get out."
Mary wiped her tears and went out.
Her hands was still shaking..

"Mary..listen closely..We're getting a divorce." her father said.
"Wha...what?" Mary answered, holding back her tears.
"You have to pick one of us to live with."her mom said.
Mary was confused. She didn't know who to pick. She loved them both equally..
"What if...What if i don't wanna pick?what if i want to stay with both of you?" Mary said sobbing.
"Just pick one!!!" her mom shouted.
and she started crying..
She couldn't choose between them so she ran to her room and locked the door.

Outside the room they were still shouting.
Inside, Mary was devastated.
She hated the noise. She hated the shouting.
She closed her ear, hoping that the noise would fade away..
"Stop...." she said repeatedly;like a mad person laying on her bed.
She saw the family portrait that was on her table next to her.
She grabbed it and hugged it tightly hoping that everything would just disappear..
Praying that everything would just..
STOP.

It was silent again.
Mary opened her eyes and noticed something behind her.
It was a warm light..She stood up and saw a door..Fear swelled inside her..
There was a presence beside her..It was a small girl..
It was Mary when she was 6 years old..
Mary was shocked but curious.
The 6 year old Mary went through the door full of light and smiled at Mary,
encouraging her to come.
So she went through.
On the other side of the door, the light was too bright..
She couldn't see clearly, but she noticed that when she went through,
She became her 6 year old self again.
She could see clearly now. There was two more presences in front of her..
Tears started to fall when she noticed that it was her parents..
Happy together. Not shouting.
She was overwhelmed.
She ran towards them and hugged them..
She was happy again.
Happy.Warm and Safe.


Her eyes opened. She realized it was only a dream...
All the warmth, happiness and security...gone.
All that was left was..

Emptiness.Sorrow.Hatred.

She wanted to cry again but the tears wouldn't come.
The sadness was unbearable for her.

It was quiet now.
She went out of her room to search for them.
An evil thought went through her mind.
"Had they finally killed each other yet?"
She went through the living roomNothing.
"So they left me?"she thought.
There was no emotion in her anymore.
The last place she checked was the kitchen...
Still nothing.
She stared at something interesting.
It was a knife.
A smile came to her.
She took it and went to her parents room.
When she got there, she saw a packed bag on the bed.
More hatred. She threw the bag down and screamed.
She was losing it. Who could blame her?
They fought every single day, sometimes blaming even her.
Ignoring her almost every day.
There was no peace. What she had wasn't a family.
She had nothing.

The tears started coming again. But her heart was still empty..

"Why?" she said sobbing.
"Why did you abandon me God?"
The knife grew closer to her wrist..
"Forgive me God..I just can't stand it anymore.."
"I just want the noise to stop.."
And Mary slit her wrist.

END

"Death is not the escape route for any problem"

-K-