The Shattered Silence Novels & Stories

"If my mom hadn't forced me, I wouldn't have touched her! "You know why we married so fast? Because she wouldn't even let me touch her! "I was just curious—she gets aphasia when she's emotional, right? So what about in bed? Can she even make a sound? Hahaha." Boom— The thunder hit like it was aimed at me. Like something inside me just ripped apart. I wanted to vanish. To curl up somewhere no one could see me. But where? It was all rain. All thunder. All his voice, laughing.

a voice called, distant but familiar. I didn’t have the strength to respond. My eyes fluttered shut as the darkness took over. Finally, silence.

Cosmos-wide. The Unraveler reels. A silent howl of outrage and… pain? Its form flickers. Dims. Retreats into the fractured reality it came from. Gone. For now. Victory? My shattered scars scream. My petrified arm is stone. Utterly dead. Numb. Cold. A statue’s limb grafted onto my trembling body. The cost. Paid. Again. The silence after the shattering isn’t silent. It’s… muffled. Wrong. Like the whole galaxy is holding its breath through thick cotton.

Something inside me broke. The world shattered and fell silent.

In that pitch-blackness, with only the faint, lingering scent of cologne in the air, I finally let myself give in. I wept. I wept until my chest felt tight. I wept until my tears blurred everything around me. I wept until the sound of my own cries was the only thing I could hear. And in that never-ending, suffocating solitude, I drifted into a restless, fragmented sleep, knowing that when morning came, the world would wake up to my shame, and there would be no one to save me.

She didn’t know then that some silences weren’t empty. They were waiting. Waiting for the moment they could break everything open.

I grip the cold marble rail for support. I’m still breathing. Somehow. But I’m hollowed out. My night of triumph collapses into dust. Into pain. Into a bitter, silent grief. I slide to the floor. Cold against my skin. A shattered woman no one sees. And I cry, quietly. Broken. Alone. Whatever was done against me, destroyed me forever.

He put it to the highest volume so that he won’t hear any noise aside from his music. Meanwhile, a loud noise can be heard in a nearby house. The breaking sound of the glass that comes off the table rang out in the whole house. There, a guy came out of the house while hanging his empty bag on his shoulder. He has this blank and emotionless face while walking out of the house. He looked at his own Harry Winston wrist watch that was a gift to him by his father.

I was glad people weren’t around this area. I blinked back the tears that threatened to fall down my face. These past few weeks, I had cried enough tears that were supposed to last a lifetime. I had never felt so broken. All my fears eventually came to pass. First my mom died, then I found out Jasmine was a snitch and a psycho’s sister, and then, it turned out my boyfriend placed a bet on me. I was nothing but a stupid game to him. Dylan was really right, if I had listened to him back then, I wouldn’t be in this mess.

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?”