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Weekly Contest #325
Trevor's hands were tied tight to a splintered wooden chair. Each movement drove another shard of wood into his skin. His legs were bound too, cutting off any hope of escape. Above him, a hole in the roof spilled in the last rays of sunlight, blinding him as dust floated through the air. He coughed, tasting grit.He could barely see the room around him – just the faint beam of light spotlighting his helpless body. His head throbbed. When he reached up as far as the ropes allowed, he felt a swollen lump near his temple, sticky with dried blood...
I hate silence. It's not peace – it's a breathless, suffocating pause before something awful happens. Silence breeds trauma. That's why I always play music, flooding my ears with sound to drown out the demons waiting between the notes. My headphones have become a part of me; I can't even remember the last time I took them off. Even when I charge them, I lie beside the nearest outlet, staring at the blinking red light until it turns green – my signal that I can breathe again.My parents were taken by the silence long ago. They didn't believe m...
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