"Silence is Golden."
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Truer words could never have been said at a much greater tone than now. People regarded silence as a golden opportunity for whatever they wanted. Wether it was to escape or to expose, silence was indeed golden and it shined through when other methods failed.

This simple phrase is often said as a mocking way—A way to tell the person that they should remain quiet only infuriates them more than necessary, a tactic often used with teenagers in bickering and sometimes, Adults in their own arguments. Often times, People used it in a way of relief-A way to know that they were safe and out of harm's way.

The latter seems to be the most at what was happening at this moment—The loud voices that seemed to carry off into the upstairs of the house only to drain into emptiness once reaching the bedrooms, causing only slivers of small, broken, speech to reach the ears of whoever stayed inside.

Small fingers, scarred and covered with simple bandages, ran along the small door grate of the storage closet. Broken mops edged into the figure's sides, broken glass sunk into their socks, touching the tender flesh that it covered but never quite being tall enough to pierce it. Dried blood ran along the walls of the storage room where other children would be thrown in for punishment. The bickering voices were ringing in his ears, causing his fingers to scrape against the door in a effort to try and block them out yet they simply kept going on like some sort of parrot who wouldn't stop it's annoying chirping of words.

"He's a freak! You can't possibly blame his behavior on some silly sickness!"

"How can someone whose job is take care and look after children be so shallow minded? Have you even brought him to the doctor? Also, What you're calling a 'Silly sickness' is nothing of the sort!"

The child felt his fingers twitch, his arms suddenly feeling as if they were itching horribly, his throat felt parched as if he hadn't drunk anything in weeks, his knees bent and unbent, legs twisting here and there as if he wanted to try and find some space within the small closet. His lower lip wobbled and his body started teetering around, going back and forth, side to side and suddenly lifting off the ground as he jumped only to land upon the area he had cleaned of glass. His hands were shaking by now-his body kept teetering, his eyes starting to flicker around, shades of green becoming shades of blue to shades of black as they passed through multiple lightings. His right leg went forward, slamming against the wall of broken mop holders, the splinters dug into his bare skin yet he kept teetering around, his eyes starting to sting the longer he was forced to listen to their yells, the longer he was forced to sit in a small, cramped, and bloody space that proved no difficult to move in than a small bumper car that a fat teenager tries to get out of or in other words: It was impossible not to panic.

He parted open his pale lips, hoping to get some sort air to calm him down. The air travelled down his throat only to expand slowly and painfully as it soon became stuck. He felt his hands start shaking harder than before at this point, flinging left and right, hitting walls and scraping against broken wood and glass. His legs were shaking and his head swiveled around yet he could only catch the same sight every time-Plain walls, broken supplies, blood stained wallpaper— his lungs constricted, squeezing against each other in a tight motion that only entitled death the longer they kept at it-Breathing became difficult, coming out in small gasps. Sweat formed upon his forehead, slipping downwards and making a small drip noise as it hit the ground like he was some sort of pipe dripping water.

He wanted to leave.

His knees buckled at the thought, his throat suddenly getting expanded by the items that his stomach wished to expel, he lurched forward slightly and that was when the locked door miraculously swung open. Not bothering to look at who had opened it or how it opened in the first place, He simply fell to his knees at last, the bile that was finally rising up his throat finding its way on the floorboards in minutes. His stomach twisted and turned, more bile rose up in the form of simple stomach acid sizzling along with the rest of the digested and undigested food contents.

The loud shriek did nothing to settle his stomach nor did the stench of perfume filling his nostrils calmed his erratically beating heart. Sweat fell from him like droplets of rainwater, hands still shaking and stomach suddenly lurching forward to twist violently caused another shaky gasp and soon enough, the sound of retching filled the room. Reddish black hair flopped in front of his eyes, hiding them from view as he hesitantly wrapped his thin arms around his stomach, the retching only continued as the hands rubbing his back did nothing to stop his stomach from another round of painful twists.

Indeed, Silence was golden in this situation, albeit it being rather horrible in it as well.

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The midnight sky was littered with stars, shining brilliantly through the night as the bed creaked underneath the weight of the person suddenly climbing upon it. A hand reached forward, suddenly running through long reddish black curls, twisting them within fingers and slowly letting go as the figure came closer, head suddenly resting against the mop of hair he had just been playing with.

The warmth of the other boy made the smaller child grip the window sill softly. Mismatched pale eyes simply staring out the window and into the night sky that had various hues of blue and purple. His shoulders were stiff and the feeling of fingers twisting his curly hair slowly caused them to relax, the tension the boy had built up suddenly unraveling like yarn.

"Are you ok now?"

The voice was soft and gentle almost as if the other boy knew how to quiet down his voice unlike most people he had met. Another twist of his hair, another gentle squeeze from the arm suddenly around his waist.

When the other boy heard no response, he furrowed his eyebrows and breathed in deeply, liking the scent of the child's hair more than usual. He frowned and continued twisting his hair, letting it go after a few minutes.

"Hey Blue."

Blue paused, flickering his eyes away from the window and up at the other boy with confusion. He frowned for a simple moment before gazing back into the night sky as if he was longing for something.

"I don't think you have to worry about me forgetting you-"

The boy paused, eyes suddenly glimmering like a thousand stars as he reached over to pull Blue's lips upwards despite the boy trying to pull his lips into a smile despite getting his hands smacked away repeatedly.

After a few more tries, the other boy soon gave up and started to twist Blue's hair together—Eyes suddenly landing upon the night sky as Blue's head lolled to the side, his eyes were closed and he had loosened his grip entirely on the window. The other boy paused before humming to himself as he stared into the night sky, watching the stars glimmer like glitter.

"G'n then..." hands retracted from reddish black hair, the bed creaking even more as he rolled off, watching Blue fall on the mattress with a soft thud yet he was still asleep. He shrugged, if only for a moment or two as his eyes met with the doorway—Green eyes met with black ones and he was smiling again.

"Obliviate."