Silence

I wrote this because i had to for English class but thought id post it here cause why not 

I wake upon an unfamiliar ground, cold and hard. An almost complete darkness surrounds me, though many faint, female figures are visible around me. Though the space appears to be filled with people, a strange, uncomfortable silence surrounds me. I check my pockets for my money, my keys, anything that could help me. They appear to be empty, except for a small, folded, piece of paper. I open the paper gently, to not disturb the strange lack of noise. On the paper is a note that reads:

 ‘We strongly encourage you to stay silent. Any disobeyers will be taken’. How awfully vague.

A faint, yet almost excruciatingly loud scream fills the room. I startle, yet remain silent. Another scream echoes, the same as the first. I wonder why no-one moves. The protestor continues crying and pleading for help, though her voice is soon muffled. Two male voices whisper from the same direction, moving farther and farther away, until the uncomfortable silence settles once again.

I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I turn to see a woman standing behind me. She raises her index finger to her lips, a quieting motion. She walks away. I have so many questions. What is this place? Why am I here? Who are these people?

Yet none are answered.

I knock gently on the ground, to test the waters. A few of the girls send worried or angry glances towards me. I hear another knock on the ground, as if responding to my knock. I knock back. Another knock, from a different direction echoes across the space. More small sounds penetrate the veil of silence: stamps, whispers, taps.

Soon enough, everyone is protesting the metaphorical tape placed unwillingly upon to our mouths. Screams, shouts, and shrieks from every direction flow through our captivity in unity and in protest.

A small light can be seen in the distance, as if a door has been opened. Another appears, and then another.

We’re free.

She’s free, because of a single knock.