Different voices are mumbling in pain. An empty soul is crying. Nerves are shattered into smallest pieces.
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Clangor banging and ringing everywhere in dark's vicinity—deafening. Cops activated their audible warning devices to warn the crowds on the road.

"Papa!"

"Please, wake up,"

"Papa . . . "

Guise of different shadows were playing through my gaze. They were crying silently but it's too pitiful that I have shredded my tears from my terrified eyes.

There's an old Beggarman, lying on his child's lower extremity— breathless. While his little child was embracing her father's cold body.

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Just as I remembered everything are flashing back to me.

" What did you see?"

"When did it happen?"

" Miss, what did you witness?"

" Miss,"

" Are you with us?"

My hands were rubbing against each other. I was terrified.

" Miss, please tell us what happened,"

I started to explain everything— what's the truth behind the incident.

But just as the moment that I opened my mouth and rolled my tongue, cops gave their loudest and sharpest laughs.

"Miss, how's that possible?"

" Perhaps, you just need to rest,"

Torturing.

I was weakened in hopelessness.

Excruciating.

I was then determined to go home.

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Drowsiness is irresistibly mastering me.
It's been a year since that circumstance happened. But it kept on flashing and burning oneself.

I saw everything.
And I can still see it in my dreams.
It was not an accident, it was intentionally performed by a cop.
The cop killed the Beggarman, for the old man had seen how he raped an innocent child.
And that child was the beggar's daughter.
The merciless policeman had raped, had killed and had also covered the reality of his acts of lies.

I wanted to give them equity.
I wanted to give them their rights to fight.
I wanted to state everything that I have witnessed.
But how can I do that if I am soundless?
I am unable to talk and unable to speak.
I am not blessed enough to spill the truth....
for I am a MUTE.
And no one would believe in such...

Silence....

Then...

A sudden...

Indistinguishable clangor.

Here I am and her— the beggar's daughter. I adapted her for we're both seeking for justice.

Yet we are still shouting for...

Peace!

Justice!

Equal treatment!

And genuine respect for people!

Those things that were taken away from an old man, an innocent child and from a mute person—like us.

For our different voices are mumbling in pain.
My empty soul is crying.
Nerves are shattered into smallest pieces.

All we are asking is to give us the equal rights to speak for the Soundless Truth.

Justice!

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story does not exists, just another creation of my lost mind. Some sort of fiction but portraying some happenings that we could encounter.
© SadVerity