Listening To The Silent Lyrics

What happens when your ordinary life turns into a drama? What happens when your dreams become true and you meet the love of your life? Well this is it for 16 year-old Lucy Mai. But this is no fairy tale. This is real life.


4. The Dream

*The dream*

“GET DOWN!” a voice boomed around the shop where I and my family were. It was a really nice jewellery store; we were shopping for my older brother’s wedding rings. He was 20 then. His wife was the same age. Me and my twin sister were busy messing around, pointing out all the types of nice blue earrings. 

Scared out of my wits, I fell onto the floor into a ball. A man with a ski mask came up to me and my family. He grabbed my brother by the hair, “you. Go get all the phones from everybody and smash them up.” The man seethed with a Scottish ascent. 

“No!” James, my brother protested. What was he doing?! All eyes in the store were turned to face the scene of the interruption of the robbery.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT! I’M GIVING YOU ONE LAST CHANCE BEFORE I BLOW OUT YOUR BRAINS!” The same man threatened. He pulled out a gun from his pocket with his free hand. The took away the safety lock and put it against James’s head. 

“No! Please don’t!” I yelled out in shock. My heart sped up fast and tears travelled out my eyes, fearfully. He put down James and strolled over to where I was. Chloe, my sister, sat next to me and my parents were to my left. Chloe was trembling in her small frame. Even if we were twins, we looked nothing alike, but we were as close as possible. 

“You what?” He seethed, grabbing me by the hair. 

“Leave him alone.” I gritted through my teeth.  I can’t show him I’m afraid. That’s just what he wants to see. I’ve watched too many movies…

“And what are you going to do about it?” Another man said, coming over to us with James. 

“I…” I had no idea. I started to shake as the gun was drawn back up to James’ head. “Stop. Think about what you’re doing.” Maybe words can stop them, I thought.

But no.

Instead, they pulled the trigger. “No! James!” I sobbed violently. 

“Ahh!” Chloe and my parents cried. The blood made a river out of his head. Streams of it fell with grace. "You evil man!" I yell in his face. This only makes both the men angrier than they already were.  

"Keep the fuck quiet!" The man who shot James smacked my head with the gun. It hurt a lot. Trust me on this. Don't you ever get a gun smacked over your head. 

"Ow!" I cried, a fresh set of tears were released.  

"What did I tell you!?!" The other man yelled. He took Chloe, whom was hiding away between mum and dad. He shot her right in the belly. All that time, Chloe’s dull dying eyes, bored into mine. She didn't whimper or scream. She just started at me with disbelief. That's what really got to me. My sibling’s deaths, all my fault for talking and being goby.  

"Chloe!" Mum cried. She scrambled away from dad's grip to hug her dead daughter. She wept into her blood ridden Bratz t shirt.  

"I suggest you shut the fuck up lady before you join her." The Scottish man snarled. He was at the counter taking as many pound notes as he could get into his bag. Everywhere else was filled with a broken silence. The occasional whimper was let out by small innocent children.  


*end of the dream so far*

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