AN: This story is a sequel to Silence. Read that first before reading this. Read and review please. Enjoy.


Autism. That's what saved me from prison. Instead I'm sent to a place called asylum. I call this place heaven. Finally I'm alone with the silence. Everything's quiet except the steady drip of a faraway pipe. Drip, drip, drip. So peaceful, so hypnotic. I could just fall asleep…

I woke up a while later, shuddering. I saw their faces again. Ma, Pa, even my baby brother. They were haunting me. Every night, every time I close my eyes, there they were. I hear their screams, 'why did you do this? why?', over and over again. I can't take it anymore. No more.

The doctors couldn't figure out the reason behind my reluctance to sleep. They tried every method in the book. Therapy, hypnosis, medication. None of them works. Medication did put me to sleep for a short while. Even then those faces came back to scream at me. But sleeping pills are dangerous in large amounts, so the doctors discontinued that. I would not go back to sleep. My silence shall not be disturbed again.

Drip, drip, drip, drip. I'm left alone once again. The outside world had all but forgotten about me. Just the way I like it. No more doctors fussing over me, no more reporters asking questions, no more faces, no more anything. Everything's finally quiet except for that damn dripping. Drip, drip, drip. Shouldn't someone fix that pipe by now? Drip, drip, drip. Oh god, it wouldn't stop. Drip, drip, drip. SOMEBODY STOP THAT NOISE NOW! Drip, drip, drip. Please, somebody. Stop the dripping. Please.

'HAHAHAHA. DRIP, DRIP, DRIP, DRIP, DRIP!' I'm singing out loud to the drips now! I figured if you cant stop them, join them! 'DRIP! DRIP! DRIP' I'm having the time of my life! The faces are here with me! My mother, my father and my brother. We are all singing along to the wonderful music! 'DRIP! DRIP! DRIP! HAHAHAHA…'

'Poor kid.' The new warden exclaimed to his partner. 'What's the deal with this one?'

'Autism. Killed his whole family in cold blood with a kitchen knife.' The older warden explained to the rookie.

'Autism? Shouldn't it be quiet in there? What's drip?' The racket coming from the cell is too much to bear for the new guy. His hands were cupped around his ears.

'You'll get use to it. This kid gone totally insane a long time ago. Initially kept complaining about a dripping sound. The problem is, there is no dripping sound. We checked countless times. Nothing the wardens or the doctors can do.'

'Poor kid'