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Why Didn't He Say Something - 1. I Don't Understand Why He Didn't Say Something.

This came to me in a flash when I was having a real life experience. I saw it. I wrote it. I posted it. Appologies if there are typos, spelling and grammar slips but it's as it is fast and raw.

The phone rang three times and a woman’s voice answered. “Hello?”

“It’s Alex.”

The voice changed from pleasantly formal to annoyed. “Alex, I’ve told you. The subject is closed.”

“But I…”

“I’m sorry, Alex, but I’m not prepared to discuss the matter anymore.”

“Please I…”

“Alex, this whole thing has gone on for long enough and things are getting out of hand. I know it wasn’t your fault but tempers are running high and it has to stop somewhere. The matter is closed and I don’t want any further discussion on the subject.”

“But I’m not…”

“I know you’re not doing anything wrong, but if I discuss it with you the matter will be opened again and there has to be an end. It might be unfair but that’s the way it is.”

“But that’s not why…”

“I’m sorry, Alex.”

“No, wait I…”

He blinked and sighed as he put the phone down, his hand trembling. No one ever LISTENED.

Eschewing the wheelchair he struggled to his feet and staggered to the door, bracing himself against the wall. Thank God; Jamie was in the hall.

“Jamie,” he called.

“Sorry, Alex, I don’t have time right now.”

“But…”

“I haven’t got time, Alex,” he repeated in irritation.

“No, but, please…” He may as well have been shouting at the wall. “Jamie.” It was no good. No matter how desperate the call had been it was too late: Jamie had gone.

It wasn’t far to the kitchen and he managed it with a struggle. Mary looked up and clicked her teeth in annoyance.

“I’m making dinner. I’ll call you when it’s done.”

“But that’s not…”

“Alex, you know better than that; no one’s allowed in the kitchen when I’m cooking. And why aren’t you in your chair? You look exhausted. And look at you: you’re only half dressed. Have you brushed your hair this morning?”

“No, I…”

“Go and take a shower and finish dressing. By the time you’re done I expect dinner will be ready. Do you need some help?”

“Yes,” he said, smiling with relief.

“I’ll send Poppy in, in couple of minutes.”

“But…”

“She won’t be long, Alex.”

“No, no please I…”

“Go back to your room, Alex,” she said firmly and, with a sigh Alex backed out of the kitchen, his head hanging.

Ben was coming down the stairs. Alex perked up. Ben would fix things. Ben was great. Ben was his friend. Ben would make it alright.

“Ben. I need…”

“Sorry, Alex I’m in the middle of something.”

“But I need… I really need…”

Ben paused. “What are you doing out of your chair? You’re going to hurt yourself. Go back to your room.”

“No, Ben; please… please…”

“Go back to your room, Alex. Let me finish what I’m doing and I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Alex was crying. No one was listening. No one wanted to know. He may as well have been invisible. No one listened; no one ever listened.

Poppy didn’t go to help him dress and Ben didn’t go back when he had finished what he was doing. No one went. Alex waited but no one came; so he stopped.

They were annoyed when Alex didn’t show for dinner.

“He’s in a funny mood today,” Mary commented.

“He’s been a pain in the arse if you ask me,” Susan snorted, “he just wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“Bugger,” Ben said, “I was supposed to go and give him a hand. I forgot. He’s probably sulking.”

“It’s not like him. He’s usually so good.”

No one answered when Ben knocked the door and he sighed. Usually Alex was quiet and gentle and accommodating but there were times when he could be strong willed and stubborn. Ben knew he was in for a difficult time.

Alex was curled up on his side on the bed and didn’t look up when Ben entered. Ben thought, not for the first time, how fragile he was. The accident that had brought him to the nursing home had left him with considerable disabilities and had wasted his muscles to the extent that someone who had always been small and slight was stick thin and doll like.

He was staring at the large stain under his cheek, made by his tears. He wasn’t seeing it, of course; he never would. He would never see anything ever again.

They gathered at the funeral and talked in hushed tones about the quiet boy with the soulful brown eyes who, unlike many of the patients at the nursing home, had never been any trouble. In fact he was so quiet and so obedient that much of the time he had been almost invisible.

“What I don’t understand,” Ben said, as they lowered the coffin into the soft, dark, earth, “is that he must have known something was wrong: why didn’t he say something?”

Copyright © 2011 Nephylim; All Rights Reserved.
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A good reminder of the damage that can happen if we don't take the time to stop and listen. Life keeps us busy, yes, but sometimes we just have to slow down. Sad story Nephy, but I really liked it.

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On 07/08/2011 06:13 AM, Cia said:
A good reminder of the damage that can happen if we don't take the time to stop and listen. Life keeps us busy, yes, but sometimes we just have to slow down. Sad story Nephy, but I really liked it.
Thank you Cia. I wrote it as kind of a knee jerk reaction to something that happened to me. I was quite angry about it. I didn't realise until I had finished that it was a kind of metaphor for our busy lives and never stopping to listen to the voices that finally are silenced because we didn't. Maybe it's meant to teach me something too
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Okay I had a feeling this was going to make me sad...but Cia's right, it's a good reminder. There are times when as a teacher I really have to take this to heart, b/c the kids I work w/ have so much going on in their lives...I have to put aside my daily grind and all the prepare-for-the-test pressure and remember to take the time to listen to what they need.

 

Good story.

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Very powerful but sad with a grim ending. It should stop each person that reads it and make them review how they interact with others.

 

This would be a great piece to share with others...

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That was a really good story. Short and bittersweet. You packed a lot into so few words. It actually hits very close to the way I've felt at times, that I could fade away without anybody even noticing. I'm sure that's a common feeling, but, even if it isn't, you've captured it very well.

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I'm tearing up as I type! That really hit home that we need to stop and just listen to those around us. Very good little read.

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On 07/08/2011 07:12 AM, Sara Alva said:
Okay I had a feeling this was going to make me sad...but Cia's right, it's a good reminder. There are times when as a teacher I really have to take this to heart, b/c the kids I work w/ have so much going on in their lives...I have to put aside my daily grind and all the prepare-for-the-test pressure and remember to take the time to listen to what they need.

 

Good story.

Thanks hun, I appreciate the comment
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On 07/08/2011 08:06 AM, CassieQ said:
heartbreaking :(
In many ways. Thanks for the review
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On 07/08/2011 08:07 AM, KevinD said:
Very powerful but sad with a grim ending. It should stop each person that reads it and make them review how they interact with others.

 

This would be a great piece to share with others...

It would but I doubt there would be many to take up on that. Thanks for the review :) The thought was a good one
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On 07/08/2011 08:14 AM, nop said:
That was a really good story. Short and bittersweet. You packed a lot into so few words. It actually hits very close to the way I've felt at times, that I could fade away without anybody even noticing. I'm sure that's a common feeling, but, even if it isn't, you've captured it very well.
Oh I think it is hun. I think it is a feeling that everyone feels at some point in their lives to a greater or lesser degree
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On 07/08/2011 08:23 AM, K.C. said:
I'm tearing up as I type! That really hit home that we need to stop and just listen to those around us. Very good little read.
Thank you. It was powerful to write. I think maybe it is more powerful because I was feeling quite angry when I wrote it.
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This was entirely predictable. And that's its value. We see things and ignore them, till it's too late. We don't make time for people, until it's too late. We write people off with flip prejudices, till it's too late. And we all do it. And we all know we shouldn't. And we would all say we didn't need this banal little reminder. And then we understand the importance of the banal. When it's too late. Maybe this pointedly irritatingly sharp little tale will come soon enough?

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This was new and fresh I have never read a story of any kind like this awsome short read lol

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On 07/08/2011 08:43 AM, Dannsar said:
This was entirely predictable. And that's its value. We see things and ignore them, till it's too late. We don't make time for people, until it's too late. We write people off with flip prejudices, till it's too late. And we all do it. And we all know we shouldn't. And we would all say we didn't need this banal little reminder. And then we understand the importance of the banal. When it's too late. Maybe this pointedly irritatingly sharp little tale will come soon enough?
HAHA. I have never been so happy to have been called banal. :) Hugs
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On 07/08/2011 09:33 AM, said:
This was new and fresh I have never read a story of any kind like this awsome short read lol
Thank you. That's a great compliment
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On 07/08/2011 10:30 AM, Frostina said:
painful, heartbreaking and.. oh so so common! ( i mean the situation, :*) )

uh...

:hug:

Thank you. I think you're right. And there are all sorts of less fatal but just as significant disasters which could be avoided by listening to the warnings.
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Great story, Nephy; as always, with you ;)

 

Sad, but oh-so-true of today's climate; many of us do not take the time needed to hear the voices that need to be heard. I imagine that those of us moved by this will take the time, over the next few days to do so; I only hope that when we do, our time is not 'wasted' by those who seek only to sap our energy to reduce us, rather than allow us to help those who really need help, in whatever form that may take.

 

S74 :)

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Fine writing as ever, N. I did think that you were trying to tell yourself something, maybe, in the light of the blog the other day. A voice within you is calling out: but what is it saying? Anyhow, I do admire your writing.

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On 07/09/2011 12:47 AM, Seraph74 said:
Great story, Nephy; as always, with you ;)

 

Sad, but oh-so-true of today's climate; many of us do not take the time needed to hear the voices that need to be heard. I imagine that those of us moved by this will take the time, over the next few days to do so; I only hope that when we do, our time is not 'wasted' by those who seek only to sap our energy to reduce us, rather than allow us to help those who really need help, in whatever form that may take.

 

S74 :)

That's the thing, like everything else there has to be balance, the difficulty is in finding that balance. We can't listen to others at the detriment of listening to ourselves and we can't give more than we have. The trick is prioritising the right things. Thanks for the review
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On 07/09/2011 03:39 AM, carringtonrj said:
Fine writing as ever, N. I did think that you were trying to tell yourself something, maybe, in the light of the blog the other day. A voice within you is calling out: but what is it saying? Anyhow, I do admire your writing.
Yeah, thinking about it I guess you might be right. I hadn't thought about it before. Maybe the voice begging to be heard is actually in me. Sometimes I think its harder to listen to your own voice than other
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So sad!sad.gif

 

I sincerely hope that this is a work of fiction, Nephy. You've given us an awful lot to think about in a very few words.

 

Hugs! wub.gif

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Awesome Nephy, so powerful, I held my breath and felt such a sadness. :hug: awww man so choked up, poor Alex :hug: Great short read Nephy :):wub:

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On 09/18/2011 10:21 PM, Mark92 said:
Awesome Nephy, so powerful, I held my breath and felt such a sadness. :hug: awww man so choked up, poor Alex :hug: Great short read Nephy :):wub:
Sorry I missed the review hun. Thanks so much for your comment. As much as I really don't want to cause you any more tears I am glad you liked the story
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