# Taps

Author: Hato San
Tags: Short Story

#2 of Short Stories

A super short story x3 I just wrote it before going to bed
I gotta stop reading Edgar Allen Poe before going to sleep, I think it kills my mind xD

Taps  
  
I remember how night after night I would turn restlessly, every night my clock would say the same time 4:00 O'Clock on the dot. I lived in the silence, the darkness my chance was in the night really  
on my laptop reading through a blog. Night after night I would sit and read, every word, every sound would crack into my ears in this gentle silence  
my gentle silence.  
The room would stir and churn, my mind in silence. Quiet, unbroken, whispering silence in my ears again and again and again. In my silence.  
Slowly I would watch my computer, a glow of the screen drying my eyes again and again, night after night. My world, my life, my blog. When did the noises start? in the silence, the clock always glowed 4:00 O'Clock, the numbers dug claws into my skull, the pain enough to cry out  
silence.  
I would watch and hear and know  
nothing. Hear in my room, a world of trees behind me; my parents cabin, we would go every summer. This cabin - my world. You see my life is what every teen has, hell. This world is hell.  
Hell... or my  
silence.  
The red numbers quivered in my sight, no sounds, no silence. Words croaking from my keyboard.  
Tap Tap Tap  
The rhythm of letters, a sound of  
silence.  
The rain should have been enough, the sound typed against the window quietly and sung. Sung the occasional thunder that brought down  
my occasional mistake.  
A misprint, a fault, a break in my post. Eyes dropped grey they never did change, this soulless gaze that copied every section of the page. My clock still crying  
4:00 O'Clock. My voice in silence  
quiet  
unbroken  
Every stroke, every word, every sound was silence. A beautiful thing, this silence.  
A beautiful word on the page.  
"I'm Sorry"  
That was my mistake, a simple capital. The silence that croaked out a sound that brought the sheds of tears into the air. The rain falling in silence, the night wind crying out as if the sound, the world crying back "I'm sorry." Here in the silence, the endless tapping of emotionless sounds hidden behind a screen  
a glowing screen like the moon that shone through the window in sudden motionless splender. The sound of tearing, of silence, of a quiet word of endless  
Tap tap tap  
the eyes unmoving, can't move, can't see or hear or know  
darkness  
silence  
unbroken  
Lying down in silence, rain that sprayed from the window-screen. The spray so warm in the silence. The eyes watching, crying, knowing  
screaming  
4:00 O'Clock.  
Again and again and again the numbers registered through my skull, screaming a sound more terrifying than any other  
silence.  
The hairs stood, goosebumps they say always laughed about. That same feeling you get  
making the occasional mistake  
So warm, so warm in the gentle quiet world. The tapping frenzied, scared, silent.  
Above all silent with those eyes, those endless unbroken eyes staring, staring through the screen. Staring through my  
soul.  
So very warm, the tearing, the sound. So loving and gentle right before me. The eyes gorging into mine with hardly a sound  
or scream  
You see, I couldn't speak, only tap, tap, tap. Again and again and again, panicked words, panicked sounds  
tap, tap, tap  
again and again and again, every mistake rewarded with pain and sudden unbroken  
silence. I wish I could hear the rain, feel its cold rather  
than the blood of my torn and shredded flesh.  
my throat, my screen, covered in blood with the eyes  
the eyes watching through the screen, tapping and tapping and tapping  
here in my cabin room.

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