Silently Alive

Miles suffers from a deep depresion that he cant over come. a saddness that overwelms him. he cant do it.

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Miles reached for his pencil, and turned to la blank page in his sketch book. He felt the cool breeze run through his black hair. Miles was only 14 but he knew that he could do it.

                He faced his favorite maple tree. MIles sat in the grass thinking. “I can draw the most beautiful tree” he took a deep breath and began. Miles concentrated and stared hard at the tree, as if he wanted to move it using Telekinesis, but all it did was drop an orange leaf.

 

 Then he began.

               

He drew for an hour straight, still not coming up with a finished production. Right at that moment he could feel vibrations from the ground, something caught his eye, he turned to the left,  and saw a jogging man, mouth the words, “hello” all Miles could do is mouth them back.

                Miles ignored the man. but then, a car drove up to his yard and called to him. Miles did not hear. Kid! Kid! Yelled the man. Hey kid! Miles could sense a presence and turned toward the road.  The angry man rolled his eyes and left.

 

 Miles could not hear for he was deaf. Miles could not speak.  For he was mute.

               

Miles became frustrated, why did he have to be like that? Why couldn’t he be normal? He could smell the damp air, and almost taste the rain. He looked up and mouthed to the sky “why?” he thought, “why lord? Why? Why did I have to be like this? He felt a deep depression over come him. Miles began to cry. He was overwhelmed by his sadness. The tears ran down his cheek, and at that moment it began to pour. 

                Miles hugged his knees. He didn’t care anymore. He didn’t care to get wet. He didn’t care if his drawing was ruined. He didn’t care if all his sketches were ruined. He didn’t want to live like this anymore.  He hated that people looked at him funny when he walked by. He hated the fact that he couldn’t hear the music on the radio, he couldn’t sing to express his joy. He couldn’t listen to the songs of the birds.

He was silent for the rest of the day.

 

He was silent for the rest of his life.

Author's Note

hope u like it.

Reviews

I connected with this right away because I lost my hearing when I had a fever at only a few months old. I have hearing-aids and I never know when someone is calling me unless I see them. Sometimes I wonder why some people are afflicted with disabilities and some aren't. The story is very sad. One suggestion that I have is to make the sentences longer and more detailed. They seem like fragments right now.

[Caitlin Nicole]

Aww this is so good!! I love the way you worded it and how descriptive you were!! Very sad too. Great jobbbbb!!!!