.:Original One-Shot: deep deafening silence :Original One-Shot:.

Deep Deafening Silence

Annett Stomped down the hall way to her room, a disbelieving scowl on her face her long blonde hair whipped out behind her and then settled back into its place. Wrap-around-your-finger curls that framed her face in the perfect way making her seem as innocent as a new born fawn.

Her deep blue eyes clouded in anger she slammed the door to her room open and then slammed closed it behind her

Her room smelt of the stream scented candle that she had especially chosen herself. Her room was exactly how she wanted it, beautiful pictures on a poster board that hung on one side of the room, a sunset mural on the other. A deep sea one on another and beautiful art work everywhere. Her extra soft bed and cushiony chairs with very warm blankets and silk sheets that feel so good that it could make you cry

She had delicious chocolate and strawberries on a plate in her mini fridge and cool water on her desk next to her pet fish and pictures of happy people. On the last remaining wall were her greatest treasures, beautiful instruments, violins, small harps, clarinets, trumpets, flutes all of which she could play almost perfect

They were her specialty, what made her happy.

But now she was not happy.

Annett ignored these details, not caring at all at the moment and she ran inside to pick up her large track team bag.

She unzipped it in a hurry and stuck her hand in blindly searching for something

When she found what she was looking for she pulled it out dropped it on the bed beside her and stuck her hand in a second time.

In her hands she now held a pair of shorts and a black tank top that fit her figure rather well she put thaton and apair of running shoes and hurried out side

Once Annett reached the side walk she stretched to loosen up her already tense muscles and then with a look at her wrist watch she began to jog slowly.

As the pace began to grow she pulled out her I-Pod and turned it up full blast.

If her mother had been there she’d tell her to turn it down or she’d go deaf.

Ha. How ironic

Her mother had been 50 percent right…

She let her problems flow out of her, and soon she turned off the music and allowed the silence to sing to her.

It was only her, the pounding of her feet against the pavement synchronizing to the pounding of her heart.

Her speed increased and she allowed all her senses to leave but that of sound. She had it lead her around the well used track.

Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump

She didn’t need smell, she didn’t need sight, she didn’t need to taste she didn’t need to feel. As long as she could hear the sounds that she made against the ground and her own heart shed be fine.

The more she ran the less she could hear until she could hear nothing but her own quick breaths. Then in one freighting moment,

Nothing

Silence

Deep silence

Deep Deafening silence.

She couldn’t hear herself hit the pavement now her body sprawled out, her long curl-around-your fingers – hair loosely floating to the ground around her

Now she could feel the pain the tears that streamed down her face as she wept for the sound. The sounds she would never hear again.

~ The End~