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Echoes Before It Happens - Part 3 : Zaiyen’s Diary

 📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary  

🗓️ Part 3: When Silence Starts Screaming  

✍️ By Zaiyen


I used to think silence was peace.  

But now, silence felt like a scream —  

one no one else could hear.


The more I stayed quiet,  

the louder the world became inside my mind.


Every ticking clock, every closed door,  

every time someone said “It’s okay”…  

It echoed inside me  

like thunder trapped in a glass jar.


---


I stopped sharing my dreams.  

Stopped warning people.  

Because I was tired of hearing the same thing:


**“You’re imagining things.”**  

**“You’re scaring yourself.”**


But it wasn’t imagination.  

It was happening.


And I was starting to wonder…


**What if I’m not just seeing things before they happen?**  

**What if I’m becoming part of them?**


---


One night, I heard my own heartbeat in the dark.  

Loud. Uneven.  

It felt like it was syncing with something outside me —  

like I was tuned into a storm no one else noticed.


The silence in my room was screaming.  

Screaming of something near.  

Something… coming.


I didn’t know what it was.  

Only that I couldn’t stop it.  

And worse…


**I might already be inside it.**


🖋️ — Zaiyen


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