Concrete Walls

A four-wall room. 

That’s it. That’s where I’m in. There’s nothing there in that room. Just cold concrete walls surrounding an empty space. Securing secrets inside. Insulated from the uncertainty outside.

I heard a faint noise today. I thought it was just a lonely man’s imagination. But the noise keeps on going louder and clearer. It was laughter. Im not quite sure who own’s that laughter. But it seems innocent and pure. A laughter straight from the heart as one might say.  It was a woman, laughing behind these concrete walls. Im not quite sure how the laughter can penetrate these concrete walls. For all I know, these walls allow no intruders. I didn’t mind it thou. It seems as if the laughter can be a friendly companion for these lonely, cold walls. So I kept on listening, to that pure, innocent laughter.

I heard a faint noise today. Again, I thought it was just a lonely man’s imagination. But the noise keeps on going louder and clearer. It was a cry made by someone. It was from the same woman I once heard laughter from. That cry penetrated these walls and seeks companion, just as the laughter did.  It was a heartbreaking cry. I felt like I could lend that broken heart my companion. But I’m imprisoned here, bounded by these concrete walls. So I helplessly kept on listening to that heartbreaking cry. Hoping that whoever owns that cry could know that someone is here, in sympathy of her sadness.

I heard a faint noise today. Again, I thought it was just a lonely man’s imagination. But the noise keeps on going louder and clearer. It was a scream made by someone. It was from the same woman I once heard cries and laughter from. It was a horrific scream. The kind that makes you shivers in fear. Those scream penetrated these walls with ease. The echoes of the scream, was neither less terrifying. I was in panic. Knowing that the woman might need help, I try to shout. Hoping that the words came from my mouth could penetrate these concrete walls. But these walls were very persistent. I tried breaking these walls with my bare hands. Punch after punch, blow after blow, with all my strength. But it was worthless. These concrete walls were too persistent. As I drained my last strength, I fell to the ground. Shivering on the cold concrete floor. In fear, of her fear.

I didn’t hear any noise the day after. And so was the day after that. Weeks, months, maybe years have passed by. Still, no sound came to visit these walls. I still hope that a noise could penetrate these concrete walls once again, but the only noise I can hear was the sound of my own breathing. I wonder how long I will keep hearing this sound of my breathing. There used to be another sound that accompanies my lonely breathing. By now there’s none. Will this sound of my breathing fades away alone? I don’t know. 

But one thing is clear. My ears are always open, in searching for a noise. The noise that could penetrate these lonely cold walls, once again.

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