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Silence didn’t seem to exist in the space Matthias resided in, but nor did noise. Not in the existing sense. All there was to fill the ears was the sound of the warehouse he called his temporary home, with faint echoes of perhaps a moving rodent, or the wind caressing the outsides of the steel room. There was the sounds of a lingering party he once attended, shattered glass bottles that didn’t budge when he walked upon it. Faint echoes of sobs, from a boy that walked between the worlds. And the white noise, the dreaded, ever present sound of absolutely nothing. The sound kissed his ears too often these days. The non-existent sound that haunted a non-existent boy.Â
Days he lost track of, some he wasn’t sure of where he was during the time, others he found himself sitting inside the half abandoned place with his knees curled up to his cheeks. Some days he didn’t know what was happening- others he remembered. The screech, the stretch up for Jonah’s thigh as they sat amidst the chaos. That’s when he remembers- he’s dead. Jonah’s dead. They’re all dead.
He dared venture out. Months, and months in. The sun, it was too bright, the streets, too narrow. And he- he wasn’t there to those around him. Matthias didn’t exist. And it went on- and on- and on. The universe played her game, and Matthias was the unmoved pawn. There was nothing he could do, no matter how many times he went out, waved in their faces, shouted names, profanities. Chairs he kicked, didn’t move. Bottles he reached for, they stayed put just as he.
It was the usual silence that resonated around him that was disrupted by the crass sound of a steel warehouse door dragging it’s self across the cold concrete floor, something that happened every so often. Weather it be the wind, or teens coming in for a party.
