The silence, it’s going to drive me mad. I feel their eyes, on my body as we stand still, as if time has frozen. Has time truly frozen? No one is moving, not a sound. The silence is deafening, I can’t even hear my own heartbeat. Am I dead? Or am I frozen like the rest of us? I open my mouth, to try and scream, to break the never ending silence. But nothing comes out, the silence remains.
Their eyes watch my body, critical and cold. Fingers run through my long silver hair, but no sound, not a single sound reaches my ears. My blue eyes dart around, trying to find anything that’ll make a sound, but the rest of my body won’t move. The silence a torture, the room is frozen, all except for the man who created the silence, the man who circled me like his prey and smirked as I tried once more to make a sound. His lips moved, but I could hear nothing, before I knew it a sword was silently driven through me. Not a sound, just silence. I crumpled, my body bleed