Silent Screams and Desolate Tears

A Story by Alasse Fefalas

He's screaming; and there's nothing you can do to help, but cry.

Silent screams and desolate tears

By Alasse Fefalas

His hands that cupped his ears did not shut out the roaring silence. No, it only made it worse. The amplification of the silence’s thunders became so deafening, it hurt. Trapped tears burnt his eyes like a naked flame to flesh and ate away at his eyelids like acid. The little hairs that snaked across his body stood on its ends in reaction to the icy cold atmosphere the darkness brought along. Every breath he inhaled of the thin, dank air pierced his lungs and lacerated his nose. His lips were tightly sealed yet he was screaming, screaming with all his might.

His mind screamed. Every single cell of his body screamed. They screamed to be released from the black darkness, They screamed in hope that even wordless, noiseless screams could be heard by someone to rescue them from the living nightmare.

And you heard their screams – their pleas for help – but you were powerless to help. A single wall divided you and him, but you could do nothing to do against those who locked him inside – the decision makers. You could do nothing but cry. And so you cried for him.

You cried for the laughter he cannot hear.

You cried for the warmth he cannot feel.

You cried for the noise he cannot make.

You cried for the light he cannot see.

You cried for the freedom he cannot taste.

And you cried for the tears he will never cry.

And you cried for yourself, who cannot help.