The Sound of Silence
The Sound of Silence Silence. It used to soothe me. Most of my earliest memories are filled with the rhythmic beeping of monitors and machines. After that, there was a blissful period of silence when the professor had finished his creation, and the only sounds that I couldn't escape were my own heartbeat and breath. Silence had been such a comfort to me then. I'd never really had friends growing up. Before I'd even begun to write, my malfunction had already presented itself. I was the weird kid who fell over all the time and screamed in pain when I tried to join in their games. It didn't take long for everyone on the playground to warn each other not to go near me. "He's a freak." "He pretends to be hurt and cries." "His mommy always shouts at us when he starts crying over nothing." … that one can't be true. I can't even trust my own memories anymore. Not the point anyway. Or is it? …