Silent Mind

By me back in 12th grade. It made it into our school's lit magazine. I was proud. :-D

A boy sits in the darkness of his attic domicile. Not a single sound echoes in the room but the constant pitter-patter of rain on the window. No light is on, and the clouds in the sky allow very little light to enter. In the corner he sits, not moving a muscle and just simply staring blankly ahead. An empty house is all that would greet him if he dared to venture downstairs. No one is home, including the cat. Even in the rain, Furball remains away, though it’s quite possible the small feline is huddled in a bush somewhere in a desperate attempt to keep dry and warm. It hasn’t been that long, maybe fifteen minutes…or is it an hour now? For him, it’s so hard to tell. The rhythmic ticking of the clock he eventually blocked out. Suddenly, the small stereo in the corner of the raised abode turns on and plays from its speakers a soft yet steadily flowing melody that seems to be in sync with the droplets hitting the pane. No expression is made in response to this as his face remains as cold as the atmosphere outside. No children play on a rainy day, so there’s no laughter rising from the streets below. There are no balls being thrown or bikes being ridden. There’s just the street being pounded with precipitation. Maybe the phone will ring and save him from the suffocating silence. Maybe the doorbell will sound, and the one who he said good-bye to not more than those couple of hours ago will be here with a smile on her face. Maybe she never really left him to move across country. But maybes mean nothing to him. All that matters now is his empty house and the melodic mix of a sad song and time passing him by.