Alone

She could hear the silence. She could hear it talk to her; but she couldn't listen closely. Couldn't comprehend what it was trying to say. The noise in her head was preventing her from doing that. She caught the word "loneliness" she thought, or was it "forgotten"?; it must've been "unwanted"!. Hold on! was the silence also ruthlessly turning her away? Her only friend of the times she wanted to shrink to nothingness? When all tears had dried, when all laughter had departed to their homes, when even her headache didn't ache her anymore. When numbness could no longer soothe her. When the hot rushes in her head became her only contact with being alive, the contact she found hard to hold on to. The same she wanted to let go of, yet, it wouldn't let her go. And now it was about to steal from her, her last, her all. It had finally convinced the silence to abandon her too. And she knew also, that she had helped.