A Silent Voice Real Story Novels & Stories

“How long have you been living with this?” “Since I was six,” I answered, honesty slipping out before I could stop it. “The night my parents died. A demon killed them. And left something inside me. A fragment of itself. It’s been there ever since. Growing. Feeding on my pain, my fear, everything bad that’s ever happened to me.” “And the voice?” I looked at her. I hadn’t told her about the voice. Only Silas knew. “How do you know about that?” “Because yesterday, right before you transformed, you whispered something. Quiet. Like you were answering someone. You said ‘no.’”

He treated me like a real partner who could make her own choices. The phone kept ringing on the table...I reached out, grabbing the phone off the nightstand... I tapped the green button and put the speaker to my ear, but I didn't say a single word... The sound coming through the line was fucking pitiful... Heavy, loud sobbing... The wet, nasty sound of a male crying his eyes out... "Seraphina... Sere, please..." Silas’s voice came through, thick, slurred, and completely wasted on liquor... He sounded like a pathetic worm, weeping straight into the microphone...

Real. I took a deep breath. And then I began: "You know me as Emma Davis. CEO’s wife. Media darling. Former heiress. But before all that, I was a girl who learned how to survive in silence. And today, I break that silence." My voice didn’t shake. Because this time, I wasn’t afraid.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

SIERRA The silence in the cave was suffocating, wrapping around me like an iron chain. I slumped against the cold, jagged wall, tears streaking down my face. For days—or had it been weeks?—I had been hearing their voices. Soft, familiar whispers that called out to me, a lifeline in this dark abyss. But now, even they were gone. I was utterly alone. I pressed my hands to my ears, trying to drown out the oppressive silence. “Why?” I whispered to the emptiness, my voice breaking. “Why is this happening to me?”

In a different room. A different life. A speaker made a crackling noise. Static filled the silence. Then a voice. Calm. Deep. One she knew. “You took your time.” Seraphina made a small, broken sound. Silas looked at them. “Who is that?” Neither sister answered. They stared at the screen like kids who opened a door they were told never to touch. The voice kept going. Gentle. Almost like he was smiling. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t come back here on your own.”

I want my life to be clear. The kettle on the stove starts to whistle. It is a high, thin sound. I don't move to stop it. I just stand there in the middle of my room. I am Amara Rose Kline. I have a job. I have a company. I have a voice. But as I look at the box of shredded lies, I feel the old silence trying to come back. It is a different kind of silence this time. It is the silence of someone who doesn't know who to trust. It is the silence of a woman who is still waiting for the truth to be enough.

The transmission began breaking apart. “John…” Her voice crackled. “…don’t trust—” Static. The screen went black. Sam’s interface flickered violently. Then another voice came through the speakers. It wasn’t Sam. It wasn’t Michelle. It was calm. Cold. Familiar. “Good evening, John.” Every hair on the back of my neck stood up. Bella grabbed my arm. “Who is that?” The voice laughed softly. “You’ve spent years looking for the leader of the League of Silence.”

I stopped, one hand on the railing. Gone. The voice was gone. I stood there, frozen on the seventh step, my pulse hammering in a body that suddenly felt like a cage. Had I imagined it? Had three years of silence finally broken something in my mind, conjuring a phantom voice from desperation and loneliness? No. I didn't do delusions. I didn't do false hope. I'd heard something. Someone. A voice that had somehow reached me through a curse designed to shut out the entire world.

Maybe he invited someone else. I heard the voice again. "No!" they cried, their deep voice was full of pain and sorrow. My eyebrows knitted together as I reached for the doorknob. I turned it and pushed the door open, making sure not to make any noise. The room was dark since the lights were off. I also noticed that Kae was the only one in the room and he was sleeping in his bed. Confused, I turned around to leave but froze when I heard crying. "Please don't die," the voice pleaded in between cries. My eyebrows shot up. I quickly walked over to Kae's sleeping form. Did he just speak?