Even now I can tell I am different. I feel the warmth and comfort of this place, it is all I have ever know. The steady beating feeling that i've grown to know and love. Yet I hear nothing. All around me is darkness and silence. Yet I am not alone in this place, I feel a presence beside me, a sibling. I would move, trying to reach out to my sister, but I could not reach her. I was left to just live in the darkness, in the silence, until something happened, anything actually.

I guess the sign that things were about to happen was the increase in the beating. It happened so suddenly, and then I was swept away in a wave of events. The constant presence beside me slipped away, and now I was left alone in my silence and darkness. And then, just like that, I was being squeezed by an unknown pressure. I felt fear and panic. What was going on? Where was I going? I wanted to go back, I wanted my sister and I wanted the beating, not this.

My wishes would not be granted, as I was engulfed in light and a cold feeling. I squirmed some, desperate and fearful. I made no sound though, I had no idea how to actually. This new place was still just as silent and dark, but now cold and foreign. I felt something grab me and I am lifted from the ground and moved. I feel a wet, strange thing running over my body, but before I can try and escape away from this new terrifying world and desperately try to go back to my home, I am once again grabbed and placed next to a wriggling form.

This is oddly familiar, and I recognize it as my sibling, my sister. I find comfort in her, moving closer to her and the warmth located in front of me. Whatever the warm body in front of me was, was soft and smelled of something delicious. I moved until I found what I was searching for, latching on and swallowing the warm, delicious liquid. It tasted so good, and I could not stop until I felt ready to burst. Maybe this new world wasn't so bad after all. I still had my sister, this new strange food, and faintly I could feel the beating against this massive body.

The body made me feel safe and loved; it was my mother. She spoke, but I did not hear her. I would never hear her voice or the voice of my sister. I would never hear my own name. Worst of all, I would never hear my own voice. This world would be forever silent.


Myra//0 years old//my ears//my soul//Deaf//Glorall//KaiusxSnowshoe//Appearance