It’s still loud, and I hear that normal humming, chaotic sound that puts my mind in overdrive. It doesn’t silence as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, hoping that peace will consumes my mind.
It will only come if I allow it. If I open my mouth, what will happen? If I speak my truth, who will believe me? What power do I have? Was it all in my head, or was it reality?
Will the static stop, will my mind be silent, will I be able to have peace wherever I go, or will this noise walk with me for the rest of my days? Haunting me as I breathe everyday.
I close my eyes and pull the covers up, holding tight to the promises of yesterday and tomorrow. The light from the TV grows dimmer as I feel the water rising around me, what do I do?
What do I do?
I look to the static-filled TV, grabbing the bat in my hand, and slam the bat into the TV as hard as I can, full force.
Everything goes dark and I can no longer see, I scream into the darkness, dropping to my knees, crying and grabbing my head, “What do I do now?” Silence is all I am met with.
The clarity of the silence in my mind pulls me out of my downfall, I control the static now.
Mums the word 