Silent vociferation

It's three a.m. when the whisper gets louder, it's eating all the senses in her head. Four soft red walls intensely stared her back, Murals of a fantasy world lay lifelessly on the wall. The door which she was always wary of, leading to her wardrobe room much bigger than a normal house living room, became a place for numerous clothes, different types of them. Yet, all the fancy feed her fear like throwing a dead tree to the angry fire. The fluorescent sticker on the ceiling wasn't supposed to live and laugh but every night she saw them dancing and mocking her, crying at the corner seeming to be angry about something. The folding door to the bathroom seems to be the scariest of all, there's always something behind it. They scream, begging, and wailing for something she doesn't understand. She was nine after all.She was nine, and on the night of her birthday, she was supposed to get excited about the arrangements her parents has done, but nothing could make her heart flutter from the

The wooden stairs spiraled their way to the bottom floor, and her neck twisted to see the next floor, her feet make moved slowly, making no noise, her eyes wandering around as she breathe out slowly as if all the walls gonna wake up if she did so loud. Her hands gripped tightly on the handrail, so tight that all she heard was her whisper in her head.As her feet touched the last piece of stairs, she took a last look around. Even the slightest shadows could shake up her fear, gripping her heart so tight. She took a few steps, testing the floor if it will make noise, if she will be the noise. The shadows became bigger as she approached the couch, passing by the dining table, the vase on it seems too tall for her good, and the candles seems to be mocking her by making those shadows.The closer she was to the arch, the more her heart shake like a dead leaf. The curtain adorned the arch with a fake diamond connected to the seams threatened safety. She dropped down to the floor, crawling li

Times were mercilessly passing so fast, she conceded it was dark out there when she was cramming some more, drinks mainly. She tightened the duvet to the broom, heading to the window, as both ends of the broom held itself from the window pane. Since the broom is longer than the window pane size, it can't slides through, so, she obviously used this advantage to slide down. As she fastened the duvet to the broom and the other end bound to her backpack, she lowered the bag as quietly as she could from the second floor.The moment her bag touch the ground, she heard the loudest pounding on her door, with some menacingly growling and something cracking, making her heart drop. She quickly climbs the other side of the window, ready to slide down.She heard one last time something exploded, there was where she saw, her locked door fell to the ground motionlessly. At first, she thought, something her head made up since she frequently has nightmares and it makes her hardly get an ounce of sleep

•••THE LIVING RAT•••The outside world was not as much as she expected. The television usually shows mostly streets with men wearing black suits, and black briefcases in their hands. With no expression the less she can see. The woman with a top round hat with pretty lace and some feather, with various colors of tops and skirts she could say seemingly they are comfortable wearing those. Some of them have fur around their neck, scarves.Where was she all this time? Why that television doesn't show this type of lifestyle? They mostly some education from heavy mustache men or places without any contexts other than music and nature sounds. Yeah, she sees people, but not this type of people. Yeah, she saw nature but not this less type of nature. People eyeing her as if she was something odd when it's actually them in her eyes that odd. She would say mostly wears some type of uncomfortable clothes, with spike-type hair, with charcoal under their eyes, and on their lips. While the others hav

Through the glass window, wiped clean, no dust attached to it. A very clear glass, just like the weather. Clear heat and smoke in the air, the car passing by the streets, people walking down the lining up stores. Busy with their life. There's nothing she can do except stand there, facing the window, watching people sit down and properly eat their breakfast. She was passing by, in the hope of finding a job. She doesn't know how it works but somehow she needs to do something in exchange for food. She laid down in an alleyway for a couple of days to heal her chest bruised, and not fully healed but she know if she didn't get anything to fill her stomach she will die of starvation. But, in her way to get any job, she was struck midway, drooling over their food and the smells that waving in the air. Her tummy growled loudly, she doesn't realize it has been half an hour already, staring at each of the people inside.The bell rang, pulling her attention as a worker make her way outside, tow