Post by TermaForever on Oct 29, 2008 21:29:40 GMT -5
Night Without a Cry
They wouldn't let him in. It wasn't the place for a little boy. But they couldn't hide sound.
The cries of his mother echoed through the halls of the manor. It all began some months before, they said, when her belly began to swell. Now they said a little brother or sister would be in his life soon. A happy day.
There was no happiness in the screams though. No joy in the air. No elation in Malek. A dark wind blew in the night outside. Everything felt cold.
Papa isn't here. He's fighting again. He's being a hero again.
The screams seemed to grow more desperate: more pained. Malek was scared now. He waited for the noise they told him to listen for. The sound of a baby crying. It would mean the birth of new life. It would mean everything was better.
Papa will miss it. Or maybe he can hear it too.
The screams were growing weaker. They were tired. He heard people scrambling above. There were other women in there with his mother. That must of been who he heard.
Is it happening?
Everything seemed to slow. Maybe it was because of the darkness? He was tired. He was supposed to be in bed but the sounds kept him awake. As long as they continued he wouldn't...
Where is the screams? Where is the cry?
The manor was silent. The scrambling had stopped. His mother wasn't screaming now. Only the sound of his own breathing and the whistling of the wind outside betrayed the silence of the night. But the one thing was missing...
Why is there no crying?
Malek walked back to his bedroom. The question burned in him till morning. When he awoke to the light of the sun, the question remained till it was replaced by another.
Why did they die?
They wouldn't let him in. It wasn't the place for a little boy. But they couldn't hide sound.
The cries of his mother echoed through the halls of the manor. It all began some months before, they said, when her belly began to swell. Now they said a little brother or sister would be in his life soon. A happy day.
There was no happiness in the screams though. No joy in the air. No elation in Malek. A dark wind blew in the night outside. Everything felt cold.
Papa isn't here. He's fighting again. He's being a hero again.
The screams seemed to grow more desperate: more pained. Malek was scared now. He waited for the noise they told him to listen for. The sound of a baby crying. It would mean the birth of new life. It would mean everything was better.
Papa will miss it. Or maybe he can hear it too.
The screams were growing weaker. They were tired. He heard people scrambling above. There were other women in there with his mother. That must of been who he heard.
Is it happening?
Everything seemed to slow. Maybe it was because of the darkness? He was tired. He was supposed to be in bed but the sounds kept him awake. As long as they continued he wouldn't...
Where is the screams? Where is the cry?
The manor was silent. The scrambling had stopped. His mother wasn't screaming now. Only the sound of his own breathing and the whistling of the wind outside betrayed the silence of the night. But the one thing was missing...
Why is there no crying?
Malek walked back to his bedroom. The question burned in him till morning. When he awoke to the light of the sun, the question remained till it was replaced by another.
Why did they die?