Silently Screaming

The Prompt

Write a story inspired by a work of art. Make the artwork your featured image and give credit to the artist in the caption.

You can read about the challenge fully here.

Silently Screaming

This is my life now.

I cannot say anything.

I am locked in this white room, the lights always on.

I cannot sleep, there is always sound.

I am going mad.

There are marks of hurt on me, but they are clever, nothing shows.

People come to see me, look through the safety glass window and are told that I am dangerous, and cannot be approached. They are told that I am being treated well but will never be cured, and therefore never let out.

Those that cared for me come to see me less and less.

I cannot hear them and I cannot tell them what is happening to me.

They look at me with pity when they come and see me.

I am screaming inside when that happens, but they cannot see my anguish and pain, although I believe the authorities have convinced them that the official line is true.

Then it is back to my treatment.

Under my gown, my body is striped, bruised, and marked, from the interrogation techniques.

I know nothing.

They know I know nothing.

This gives them an excuse to be even more brutal because I do not tell them what they want to know. I have nothing to tell them.

I tried making things up but they know that they are lies.

I put my hands to my head, but can only scream silently because if I make any noise they will say that is proof that I am dangerous and cannot be controlled.

I hope for friends or family to come and see me, and hope they can convince the authority that I should be freed, but I know that the authority convinces them that I cannot be freed under any circumstance.

In the beginning, I trusted and believed the authority, believed that they had my best interests at heart. I think that my friends and family still do.

But every day I feel further from any chance of salvation, I am not allowed to say a word. If I try, I am punished.

I do not know why this is happening, but my inside my head is a continual scream and I cannot stop it. My very soul is being destroyed here and I believe that I may not be long for this place.

I have no hope at all.

I screamed last week when it got too much and then was punished with severe shocks. The scream in my head is not as physically painful, but it is mental anguish to the point of destruction.

I cannot take any more, but I have no way out.

Their questions no longer even make sense.

I no longer make sense.

This no longer makes sense.

Why?

Why?

Tell Me Why?

Let Me Go

Please.

The sound goes on forever.

I cannot sleep.

This is torture, and I scream silently forever.

The Watchers

This is a good one, the anguish he generates feeds us so well. I believe that he will go on for years. His silence is amazing, they usually expire after a few days, but this one is really something else.

When the Fallen One sent us up here to try this out I did not think that we would get anything as good as this. Tormenting souls in front of their loved ones generates so much energy for us, and I think our master is very pleased with our results.

Hell, we might even get rewarded, because we have shown that there is a whole world for us to harvest