Silence
Jun 22, 2015 1:35:35 GMT -5
Post by Max on Jun 22, 2015 1:35:35 GMT -5
“Peace and quiet.”
The words are flat...cold...unfeeling. Just like the man’s eyes, staring listlessly straight ahead.
“It’s a funny thing. Peace and quiet is all anyone ever wants. Just a little bit of peace and quiet. A respite from the hustle and bustle of daily life. An escape from all the noise, noise, noise….The constant chatter of everything and everyone as we all dwindle down to the last moments of our short...pointless...lives.”
A snort.
“But you, Bree...You don’t have this problem. You live in a world of sweet silence. Closed off from the lies. The failings of men. You don’t have to listen to the prattle unless you CHOOSE to. None of this should affect you. None of this should touch you at all. You should be able to just...fade away. Sink beneath the surface and forget. Let it wash over you...and drown.
Sweet relief.
The end of this...needless existence.”
A shake of the head.
“But you...don’t. You choose to...be like them. To indulge this shameless fantasy, just like all the rest. You have a gift, Bree. A freedom that they have to..have to earn. That the rest of us can’t fathom. The power to just...turn this world off. Ignore it. Shove it aside and fade from this meaningless, hopeless waste of a life into the void.
You could be like me.
Like I WILL be.
But you don’t.
You want to be one of them. One WITH them. To exist, to scrabble along the filthy muck and try and claw your way up from nothing for what...some poisoned prize? Some shiny bauble? You want to have goals, to have needs, wants, desires...you want to be alive. Whatever that sordid fairy tale might be.”
Sneer.
“You don’t deserve this gift you’ve been given. That you waste. You don’t deserve the silence. Because you don’t understand it. You don’t fathom what it means. But you will. I’m going to show you, Bree. I’m going to show you what a gift that silence is. I’m going to show you what you should have been all along. I’m going to drag you down into the dark, down into the cold damp murk where we all belong. We belong there, Bree. I’ll show you. I’ll show you all of it. How needless it is. How pointless it is.
What an absolute waste it is to be like them.
You have a gift, Bree. A perfect gift. And you sit there, idly, with that smile on your face, and try to be something else. Something less. You waste valuable years learning to live among these fools, these dreamers, these...charlatans...When you could just drink it in. Accept the inevitable. Accept the silence.
You waste all this time, scraping and clawing to be the best…
Needlessly.
But you’ll see. I’ll show you the gift you’re squandering. I’ll pull the hooks of this world out of you, and show you the sweet relief of the dark. I’ll give you the relief that you don’t even know you need. The ending that’s so close to you, so close you can almost taste...but that you insist denying.
All you’ll have to do is take a deep breath, close your eyes…
And drown.
Just like me.”
And like that...he’s gone.
The words are flat...cold...unfeeling. Just like the man’s eyes, staring listlessly straight ahead.
“It’s a funny thing. Peace and quiet is all anyone ever wants. Just a little bit of peace and quiet. A respite from the hustle and bustle of daily life. An escape from all the noise, noise, noise….The constant chatter of everything and everyone as we all dwindle down to the last moments of our short...pointless...lives.”
A snort.
“But you, Bree...You don’t have this problem. You live in a world of sweet silence. Closed off from the lies. The failings of men. You don’t have to listen to the prattle unless you CHOOSE to. None of this should affect you. None of this should touch you at all. You should be able to just...fade away. Sink beneath the surface and forget. Let it wash over you...and drown.
Sweet relief.
The end of this...needless existence.”
A shake of the head.
“But you...don’t. You choose to...be like them. To indulge this shameless fantasy, just like all the rest. You have a gift, Bree. A freedom that they have to..have to earn. That the rest of us can’t fathom. The power to just...turn this world off. Ignore it. Shove it aside and fade from this meaningless, hopeless waste of a life into the void.
You could be like me.
Like I WILL be.
But you don’t.
You want to be one of them. One WITH them. To exist, to scrabble along the filthy muck and try and claw your way up from nothing for what...some poisoned prize? Some shiny bauble? You want to have goals, to have needs, wants, desires...you want to be alive. Whatever that sordid fairy tale might be.”
Sneer.
“You don’t deserve this gift you’ve been given. That you waste. You don’t deserve the silence. Because you don’t understand it. You don’t fathom what it means. But you will. I’m going to show you, Bree. I’m going to show you what a gift that silence is. I’m going to show you what you should have been all along. I’m going to drag you down into the dark, down into the cold damp murk where we all belong. We belong there, Bree. I’ll show you. I’ll show you all of it. How needless it is. How pointless it is.
What an absolute waste it is to be like them.
You have a gift, Bree. A perfect gift. And you sit there, idly, with that smile on your face, and try to be something else. Something less. You waste valuable years learning to live among these fools, these dreamers, these...charlatans...When you could just drink it in. Accept the inevitable. Accept the silence.
You waste all this time, scraping and clawing to be the best…
Needlessly.
But you’ll see. I’ll show you the gift you’re squandering. I’ll pull the hooks of this world out of you, and show you the sweet relief of the dark. I’ll give you the relief that you don’t even know you need. The ending that’s so close to you, so close you can almost taste...but that you insist denying.
All you’ll have to do is take a deep breath, close your eyes…
And drown.
Just like me.”
And like that...he’s gone.