Nothing

Nothing, there is nothing. I look and grasp on to the thoughts that used to plague me, searching for myself within myself. But there is nothing, the memories are silent; the thoughts are like popping a bubble, empty.
"Hello? Am I in here somewhere? Answer me!"
My voice is gone, disappeared in the....what exactly I don't know. There is no wind to carry it away. Never has it been this way, I am scared and alone. The only feeling I have is the unending need to make some kind of noise, I cannot shake this need. It's like a hunger that cannot be stated, so I gorge myself. Stomping my feet, slamming the doors in the corridor of my mind, a crowbar finds its way into my hands. Smash everything in sight; leave nothing standing, noise I must find the noise. There are no vibrations to be had from the crowbar; if I did not see the mirror smash right in front of me I would not have known it shattered.
"Please make it stop!" still nothing.
Crazy I am going crazy, the crowbar is gone, and when did I drop it? Run, just run it doesn't matter where too, never mind just run. My feet find the tile of the corridor, cold and smooth. No sound of the slap of skin from a desperate, crazed woman.
The cloths around me become constricting, I need the sounds of my breathing, am I even breathing? Panic sets deep within me, what did I do to deserve this?
At last the end of the corridor approaches, an enormous solid oak door is barring my exit from this silent hell.
My shoulder meets if full force, it splinters in to thousands of pieces filling my body with shrapnel. Sprawled out in the middle of a park, and there it is the noise of birds and laughing. Then horrified screams directed at me. They would be, the splinters from the door are not so tiny. Chunks of wood pierced threw me, some longer and thicker than my arm. There it is again screams; I fill up on all the noise around me. The dogs barking, sirens of the late ambulance, voices saying I will be ok. I will now, I am not trapped anymore. A strong hand takes mine squeezing it hard, ice blue eyes of a kind man says hang on.
What for? I cough blood, I'm breathing. Memories of the noise go with me into darkness, good this is all I need.