Unspoken Words

DISCLAIMER: This story was written and published in 2012 and has been kept up to show the writer’s growth. It is not intended as professional quality

Thomas Garret never spoke a word….

Even as a child, he never did any of the babbling any other babies did…yet as he grew to be a toddler…strange things began to occur around him.

Thomas’ Mother Mary was always crying. Her life had always been one bad event after another. She had finally broke down on the night of Thomas’ fifth birthday. The event stirred memories of when her boyfriend had left her six months to the date before Thomas was born.

One night, on a night like most, she cried over the scrapbooks of her boyfriend…this time, however, Thomas watched her cry from a view from his staircase.

“Dead.” she cried between sobs. “I wish he was dead.”

Thomas leaned farther over the staircase and caught the slightest glimpse of his Father. The image burned itself into his brain. Thomas swelled up with rage before climbing back up the staircase to his bedroom.

The next day Mary had turned on the T.V for a very peculiar sight.

A man hung from a tree…his body swayed back and forth…swinging like a pendulum. The face was all to familiar

“–was found dead from an apparent suicide–” the reporters blared. All at once, Mary placed the face.

It was her boyfriend…Thomas’ Father.

Thomas did nothing that day. He simply curled up in his room watching the tape of the apparent suicide up in his room. The tape played over and over…he stared at it coldly…with unblinking eyes…soft, innocent eyes. He could not comprehend the magnitude of what had just happened…he only knew it couldn’t be an accident.

Mary hesitantly dismissed the death as pure coincidence. Despite that, she couldn’t get the incident out of her mind. She wanted to cry to the heavens and spread joy throughout the world.

Yet she couldn’t…

She wanted to shout, celebrate, yet she felt…guilty

Thomas watched her cry from the staircase that night…he never said a word…and he never smiled.

Thomas was seven when the next incident occurred. His mother had entered a state of even greater depression than before. Her Mother had just died and she could take it no longer. Anything that wasn’t bolted down was thrown across the room. Thomas watched from the bottom of the staircase. He held back no tears, and said no words.

She threw everything. Books, tables, pots, plates.

Thomas watched in horror.

Mary grabbed a knife from a countertop and threw it without looking. A second later she realized her mistake.

The knife was headed straight for Thomas.

Her eyes widened in shock. Everything seemed to slow down to a halt as the knife inched ever closer. Soon, indeed, it did stop. It began to float in mid air. Thomas looked at it intensely and it turned this way and that.

Suddenly, the whole house began to vibrate. Pots, pans, and everything that wasn’t bolted down began to float around Thomas…a single tear floated down his cheek and dripped to the ground.

“Please stop crying, Mommy.” Thomas whispered.

His first words had been spoken…..

Author: Connor M. Perry

From an early age, I learned how to divide by four. See, two minutes after I was born, I discovered three other newborns hot on my heels. I was a quadruplet. And I needed to learn to how to share. Everything. At an early age, I took to writing so that I could have something unsharable. I began writing small stories online for my own enjoyment, and gradually moved to more ambitious ideas. I've been running my blog The Mythlings for two years now, publishing a new installment every Friday. I've enjoyed creating different worlds, characters and relationships in my stories. I currently live in Worcester, MA with my girlfriend, two cats, and a collection of swords.

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