PTX One-Shots

10.

Silence.

It was truly a hard concept to grasp.

Now, the definition of silence was simple: the complete absence of sound.

But it was so much more than that.

Silence was waking up at three am, and thinking about the person you love, but not just any thoughts. You thought about if they were safe. What if they were to leave you? How did they really feel about you?

Silence is being completely consumed to the point of no return, where you feel like you're drowning. You can clearly hear the ringing, and the voices, screaming at you, telling you to do horrible things to yourself, but no matter how much they scream, they're voices never seem to get louder.

Silence is death.

But once you find someone who understands the concept of this disorder, this phobia, sedatephobia, to be exact, then you can get by.

You were my saving grace. You were there at three am, whispering sweet nothings into my ear, making sure that I heard that you loved me.

You were there to pull my head above the waves.

You were there to block out the voices with your own reassuring one.

You were there to keep me alive.

Thank you.