A Silent Voice Mom Novels & Stories

he replies. When I think about a Silent, I think about T. I’m not sure why, because he isn’t one. I think it’s the constant threat of him, of not being able to read him at all. Even though Silent’s aren’t meant to speak, he does so in such a specific way. It’s all smooth allure and careful teasing. It makes me wonder what his end game is. Has he achieved it yet? “It’s been three weeks Cal,” I remind him pointedly. “My mother is gone.”

The sound of her door closing feels like another rejection. But as I'm falling asleep, I hear voices outside my window. Mom is talking to someone in hushed tones. "She doesn't know yet," Mom says. "But after tonight, keeping her in the dark isn't protecting her anymore." A man's voice responds, but I can't make out the words.

And especially with my mother whom I haven't even seen for years. And about that lecture and international incident? Well, judging by everyone's faces? Possibly both. "You are exhausted," Mom said calmly. "I know." "You can barely stand." I bit my lip. "I know." "You almost died." "I KNOW." My voice echoed through the damaged chamber.bThe silence afterward felt enormous. My chest rose and fell rapidly. "I know all of that," I whispered. Mom's expression softened for half a second. Then it hardened again. "Then why are you even arguing with me?"

Can't they talk about everything in their office? "We have a problem, though." Another voice from a woman reached my ears. Unlike the first one, she sounded soft and sweet. "What?" That was Mom's deep and uh... I-don't-know voice. In just a snap, the whole house developed in silence. What happened? Are they done talking about Norieno? Who's Norieno, by the way? Because of my curiosity, I slowly stood up and stepped silently down the stairs. I'm waiting for them to talk again, but all I can here now is silence. That is actually freaking me out right now.

Her mom lost her voice for awhile and when she found her voice, she said, "You have to come back home, Anna". The reply that came from Anna's mom threw Anna off guard and there was silence on both end. "Anna, did you hear me?" her mom asked breaking the silence. Anna gulped some saliva down her dried throat. "Mom, I can't" came her reply. "What do you mean you can't? Can't you see your life is in danger?" her mom's voice suddenly went high-pitched.

Every sound echoed ominously, amplifying the silence that hung over us like a death sentence. Hollis was just ahead, his broad shoulders rigid, his fists clenched at his sides. He didn’t speak, but the determination etched into his face mirrored the storm raging in my chest. I didn’t need words from him; I just needed him to keep going, to lead us to our children. Then, I heard it—a faint sound, barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Mom?" I froze, the whisper hitting me like a jolt of electricity. That voice. I’d know it anywhere.

I'm here for you. Vihaan fidgets, feeling the weight of unspoken emotions. He takes a deep breath as if contemplating opening up, but instead, he simply nods again. VIHAAN (whispers) I know, Mom. With that, he abruptly leaves the kitchen, leaving his mother with a mixture of worry and understanding on her face. She watches him go, knowing that sometimes silence speaks louder than words.

Fear. I lean back in my chair, rubbing at my jaw. I’m not surprised she’s angry. I’m not even surprised she found this number eventually. My mother has always been quiet in the open, but her silences aren’t empty, they listen, they collect, they hoard things others miss. Still, my pulse stays flat. My tone, even. I don’t know how to speak to her any other way. “You’ve been trying to reach me,” I say. It isn’t a question.

“Please don’t shut me out. Just listen to me and reason with me, mum. Please…” She didn’t look back and just walked out of the door without giving me the chance to talk. She didn’t even slam the door. She just left with terrifying calm, which I know was more lethal than her shouting and screaming at me. That was one thing about my mom. She would rather scream at you if it’s not a big deal and get over it but once she goes silent, then it’s something that angered her to the core. I knew all my words had fallen on deaf ears; she was pissed beyond control and didn’t want to hurt me with her words, which was why she kept silent.

A silent ‘you’ve got this’. Mom set her fork down slowly, like she was handling glass. “Rae… honey. Who the hell is this person?” I swallowed—throat suddenly dry even though I’d barely touched my orange juice. My heart was hammering so hard I was sure everyone could hear it. But I didn’t look away. Not from her. Not from any of them. “Uhm…” I started, voice softer than I meant it to be. “It’s… not really your time to know who the person is yet, Mom.”