I hate silence.

Pure silence, in particular. Something about the skin crawling nothing, drives me crazy. The type of silence where you can hear the pulse of your heart in your ears.

I woke up to silence, something that was almost foreign. In my house there was always a steady throb of sound, whether it be the near-constant sound of my families chatter, or my tv that I forgot to turn off.

I was creeped out by the silence. My body was heavy, but as soon as I could, I moved my hand to my face. After I had rubbed my eyes, I let them adjust to the sun-lit room....