Silver - Table Of Contents

Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Christmas Special
Part V
Part VI
Bonus Chapter: White

Silver - Part I

--- Warning: explicit rape ---

White sheets, blanket, walls. No pictures, no mirror. An old cupboard, dark wood. Familiar disorientation. He is snoring curled up on his side of the bed, hugging the pillow. The sun is bright behind gray curtains. The air is cold when her naked feet touch the ground. She pauses at his side. Dark curls hang over his forehead, one lock swinging in sync with his breathing.

Silver - Part II

I really do not want to be here, in fact I can think of hundred places I would rather be. I had planned for a relaxed evening at home, a beer and television, maybe a chat on the internet before I go to bed early. Instead I sit behind the wheel of my shit car, crawling along a street in the dark, while I try to decipher the house numbers in the rain. Shit weather now on top of everything.

Silver - Part III

The darkness a blanket, made of stillness and silence and smiles. How could she know it would be that beautiful? The carousel stops, the music is cut off abruptly and there is no laughter, no voices, no colors, nothing. Has she ever felt like that in her life, so… – ‘how does that make you feel?’ – happy. This must be it… She does not want it to stop, she wills this to go on forever, there is no chance-

Silver - Part IV

The doorbell rings in the evening and I am tempted for a second to pretend I am already asleep. Maybe it is one of my neighbors although I doubt it, I have never seen them and they could be dead and rotting in their apartments next to mine for all I know. My friends rarely come over to my small place and they text before or, in case of emergency, call for what they know will be an extremely one-sided conversation. That leaves literally no-one who could be impatiently ringing the bell at such an odd time.

Silver - Christmas Special

He enters slowly, shouldering the door open, propped up on his crutches and stops a few feet into the room, the door falling shut behind him. 

Silver - Part V

--- Warning: explicit rape, violence ---

The table in front of her is sleek, shining plastic, round edges. Gray floor, green walls. Four of them in the small cubic room, with the door in her back. The chains around her wrists rattle with every shift, when she crosses her legs, uncrosses them, leans forward, back, squeezes her hands around the seat.

Silver - Part VI

I hold the two bandage rolls in front of me. “B-blue or red?” The red is actually more pink and I know what the little boy will chose before he does but I want him to feel like something is in his control and also hope it will make him stop crying.

White

I do not hate parties.

It is not like I am particularly fond of them.

But I do not hate them.