I've heard the term a million times; deafening silence. Unless you've found yourself in a situation where life slows down to the point that every sense you possess goes into hyperawareness, you'll never know what it means to hear deafening silence. The day I found my roommate strangled on her bed was that day for me.
You would be surprised by what you're capable of withstanding. Everyone that heard the story wanted to add their two cents about how they would have reacted. What they would have done, who they would have called. Maybe they would have screamed, or fainted, even. I didn't. I stood there in a world that rested somewhere between sleep and waking, just waiting. I couldn't tell you what I was waiting for even if I wanted to, but I waited. I stood, and I waited.
Lexington tore through the door after I called him, running to Jade's side and checking for a pulse. Checking for signs of life, and I waited.
