Mercury (Inaudible Whispers) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

My name is Mercury Roderick. I have been mute since childhood. I was told by my mom that I didn't cry like other babies when she put me to bed. Instead, I had stare at her with my big baby blues, and my lips quivering slightly. Then I grasped her finger and broke into a toothless grin. Something which stunned the doctor, nurses and my dad.My mom told me that I didn't cry any day, when I was an infant. And dad was kind of scared at this. But mom knew I was a special child. It was her who gave me the name, Mercury. According to her, a voice had whispered the name into her ears, and she was complelled to name me Mercury.I didn't produce any sound for over a year, not even when I was crying or laughing. When I was crying, my face would be squeezed into a deep frown with my eyes wide opened, as the tears flowed. And when I was laughing, my shoulders would shake along with me. Yet no sound was made. My parents were very cautious of me. Always checking to see if I was okay,

Listen to The Blinding Lights, by The Weekend. Fear.It was this distressing, unpleasant emotion that overwhelmed you, and seeped through every of your insides, making you feel tensed. During this time, you would be unable to think straight, because when it takes full charge of your mind, it controls the parts of your body. Most times, you could find yourself struggling to open an unlocked door with you heart in your throat, and you panting heavily.Fear was what I saw in the eyes of everyone at the grocery store, when four thieves with black masks bursted in and started firing shots into the air, with their guns."Everybody, get down on the floor!" One of the criminal bellowed at the top of his lungs, then raised his hand up to fire a shot into the air.This was followed by screams that sounded all around the grocery store, and people began laying

Winston Ackley's High school. Wasn't as bad as people label it. You just had to study, get good grades, and try all your possible best to stay out of trouble. Though, there are times trouble comes your way even when you're avoiding it. Especially when you're a mute girl who still managed to be at top of the class. This stirred up envy and hatred from girls to be precise. I was walking towards my locker, and failed to take notice of an extended leg that someone had put out. And this made my foot collide into the stretched out leg, and the impact sent me flying to the hallway floor, with my homework and text books scattered all over the floor. Pain shot through my whole body, but I knew I had to endure it. To be strong because I was never one to appear weak. Never one to make people get the satisfaction of me being hu

"Please, don't to this." The girl pleaded, with tears streaming down her cheeks."Shut up, bitch." One of them snapped, raising his hand to slap her in the face, something which turned her head to the other direction. And she flinched at the impact.Thinking they were finally going to have their way with the girl, because the place denoted absence of noise, they pressed her to the wall, and gripped out the G-string panties from her yoga pants, that she outcried in pain.I could feel my body invigorating for war. Because I hated men violating woman.I sucked in a big puff of air, then let it out immediately."Hey, assholes. Let the girl go. Cause you wouldn't like your pudding faces being decorated with several bruises. Before getting arrested and charged over carrying out sexual harassment. You morons." I barked at them.At the sound of my voice, they snapped their heads towards my direction.  Including the girl that was being manhandle

"I am detective Jack Roderick. There are some few questions I would like to ask you, if you don't mind." The detective said quietly in a calm manner, with his facial expression indiscernible. Exactly not how I had expect it to be. Because the cops who had interrogated me before I moved in Galveston, generally had their faces stone cold. In the same professional manner, to make thieves scared. But this one seem quite different."What exactly do you want to know." I questioned in a dull spiritless tone, maintaining eye contact with him. I was at the station, after being caught, handcuffed and shoved into the cop's car like a thief. And currently, I was in the detective's office. When they first took me in, he had taken one good look at me, and told someone to unbind my hands from the handcuffs."Firstly, your name." He responded solemnly, staring at me with caution."Aiden. Aiden Wyatt." I provided after few moments of silen