at this time. the silence is bearable. my insides don't feel like breaking into tiny pieces that could be drifted through the air. all I can hear is the deep howling of my breath as I hide. behind the old oak. behind the meadow where my father was killed. silence tells me that I can finally take a deep breathe. silence tells me nobody is coming after me. the darkness is another thing. knowing that they can see me but I can't see them makes my imaginary run wild. two deep red eyes peering out behind another oak make my insides go insane. but I have to just close my eyes there. because there behind my eyes the darkness is welcomed.