Novel & Cerita A Silent Voice Real Story

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?

As I lay there, I heard an unknown voice come forward. “Let me look at her,” the voice said. I had no idea who it was. I did not know what they could do but I did not know if I could trust them. But at this point we had to try anything, “Marly, hold on baby!” I encouraged. But this time I was met with silence. There was no reply … just deafening silence.

She knew from experience. “You know…” He began his voice tight. “When you told me that if I don’t have a voice I have nothing. I felt it deep inside. I kept quiet about many things. Many things that were wrong. Many things I could have prevented and even if not, I should have spoken up against. But I didn’t. And my silence is a reason for many of the things that happened.” Realizing and admitting something so deep was painful and tragically beautiful. “I won’t stay silent anymore.” He told her.

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

“Whether rich or poor you are still a person at the end of the day,” She was too young, naïve to understand the world, the real cruel world we lived in. “SIREN!” I heard a familiar voice yell out my name. “Shit,” I said through gritted teeth. “Are you okay?” Lona asked. “Just go!” I snapped tossing the cigarette on the ground and sliding my hands back on the crutches. “SIREN!” he yelled. I walked as fast as my legs could allow me. I heard his footsteps getting close to me. He held my arm but I violently moved it from him almost knocking myself down but he held me.

Rachel’s Voice (on tape) “If someone finds this… I hope it’s because my story found the right hands. Because I’ve done all I can do to bury the past and plant something new. But I also know stories don’t die. They just change shape. If you’re listening—then maybe you’re part of the change. Don’t let my name become a whisper. Let it become a key. One that unlocks whatever comes next.” Calla – POV We sat in silence for a long time after it ended. No one cried. No one spoke. We just felt it. The weight of a voice we hadn’t heard in years. The echo of a woman who started something none of us could have predicted. And I looked at Benjamin, who hadn’t moved, eyes glassy but unbroken. And I said th

she mind linked one more time, still no answer. Doom!! "I asked you a question so answer me, what is your name?" the man asked as his friend was looking around probably thinking there was someone else at home. But sadly she was alone. His voice was taking with anger and growing up her parents would scold her but not make her scared. Whimoering Nathalia used her hand to show them the hearing aids on. "Are you deaf?" they asked both looking at each other before they looked back at the girl before them as tears dropped from her eyes.

Not a single chirp but pairs and pairs that they unsure how many of it. Half of a minute, that's what it took for the those in nest to come, silently just their described by their name "The sãlnes" a k.a "The silence". They are very sensitive to sound, very sensitive, as much as breathe could be caught. They would prefer them silence, and then only sounds they love, maybe the ripping flesh and bone. No one know how it's look, that's all myth but maybe some information at this moment.