Silence
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Adya Chatterjee
Adya Chatterjee is an aspiring writer who just published her debut novel *Silence*. She lives in Singapore as she pursues her passions including poetry, basketball, dogs and her life in 8th grade. To catch a glimpse at her whirlwind of a writing journey follow her on Instagram @a.c.unscripted.
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Silence - Adya Chatterjee
*Silence*
Adya Chatterjee
Copyright © 2017 by Adya Chatterjee.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2017914738
ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-5434-5352-2
Softcover 978-1-5434-5353-9
eBook 978-1-5434-5354-6
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Rev. date: 09/28/2017
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Contents
Wishes
PART 1 If only I had seen through you
Daughter
Dreamer
Shooting Star
Full
Under the Blanket of Stars
Sleeping Pills
My Heart
Blurred
PART 2 If only fairy tales were about the characters, and not their happy endings
Daughter
Once Upon a Time
Perfect
Stuck
Weight
Flying Away
Okay
Look a Little Closer
PART 3 No one cares unless you are pretty— or dying
Daughter
Forcing a Heart
Hopeless Romantic
Beat by Beat
They Say
Height
What it Means to be Quiet
I am Sorry Sorry Sorry
Sometimes
PART 4 I don’t like the memories because eyes flare easily, but I don’t want to forget because those were the best days. I need help. No, not your help.
Daughter
Attitude
I won’t
Yet
Wild Eyes
Fell
A Shoulder to Cry On
Screams
Dear Sandman
PART 5 ALAMORT: (adj.) Half dead from exhaustion. Somehow still going normally.
Daughter
Done
Painful, Beautiful
Like
Of Stone and Flesh
All You Need to Know
In the Dark
Nearly Impossible
As a Writer
Drunk on Love
Phone Calls
Getting Back Up
Nothing
Listen to me will you?
Make Some Noise
PART 6 She was a mastermind of sadness. The genius of anger. She was a prism from which the roots of heartbreak reflected to create a dynasty. An infinite elegy describing how not to feel. She broke beautifully.
Daughter
If This is It
Scars
Swans
Thank You’s
Fear of Falling
They Know Better
Up against the wall
Strong
The Thing About Words
Fix(ed) Me
Even Fire is Sweet
PART 7 Sometimes breadcrumb trails are the only way lost souls will find their way back home
Daughter
Dear Courage,
A Child
Moonstone
Fly
I See
Run
Lover. Fighter.
You vs. Me
I Forgive you
Daughter
Author’s Note
Acknowledgements
Wishes
At night the
Stars take up
The dark sky
The hopes
And dreams
And wishes
Of thine
Through rain
And clouds look up
To you
And grant those
Wishes
Of mine
Most stories begin with a name and age, so you want to know mine, don’t you? Well, I suppose you will have to wait because this is not just my story.
PART 1
If only I had seen through you
Daughter
8:30 pm: My family was not perfect, but they loved me and they cared. When you grow up, bedtimes get delayed further and further and eventually, cease to exist. I dance around my bedtimes avoiding important issues, but fatigue does to me what goodnight kisses used to.
9:00 pm: It’s odd to stare at the ceiling alone. Alone today, tonight, tomorrow. During the day, it’s ridiculous to notice the fuzzy little details. I wait. Not for anybody, but for the familiar sound of the door creaking open when my dad comes to check if I am asleep, before he goes to sleep himself.
9:30 pm: I should be sleeping, but I am not. I mean, I think it’s normal, but the abhorrent feeling in my gut says otherwise. Something is out of place, but I don’t want to find out what. I get up to get a warm glass of milk—pretending it actually works—before I go back to bed.
10:00 pm: I’m still awake when I hear the front door creak open. Dad is home. I close my eyes again because I wait for my door to open and close, but it never comes.
10:30 pm: Something is thrown to the floor on the other side of the door. Hostile, doors are flying backwards and yelling ensues. I cannot see what is happening, but inside, my heart drops.
10:35 pm: I creep downstairs and watch.
You…you stupid bastard. How could you? What am I to you? A naive game- —round and round. You slept with her?
What? This…this girl means more to you than our family?
10:36 pm: Heart pounds. Mind lost. Hands frenzied. Men were never supposed to be strong. They are not, for I can see the tears lining my dad’s eyes.
I feel as though I am being stabbed. Stabbed where it was never supposed to hurt. I walk away, dazed and broken-hearted. As my door closes, the screaming arises.
11:00 pm: I want to sleep and escape these horrors, but sleep refuses to comply. I stare at the ceiling until the screaming morphs into tears. I wait… and wait…and wait…awake. It’s confusing.
12:00 am: I know exactly what is happening and yet, my mind has been rejecting these thoughts. Brutal unseen whispers are begging for me to give in—to understand. Understanding would be to call my dad a cheater. Understanding would mean losing my family. Understanding would be walking on glass, expecting not to be cut. But blood is inevitable.
1:30 am: *silence*
Dreamer
I am a dreamer
Always thinking
Quietly thinking.
They say I have an
Imagination
So wild
And hectic
I am a dreamer
Always thinking
Quietly thinking.
Life scares me
Yes it does
Which is better
Reality