Chapter 1Day I got diagnosed with autism, my whole family went silent. Ten years.
Mom and Dad's loud fish shop? Closed. Turned our garage into a freezer warehouse.
Grandma's morning hymns? Done. Nursing home now.
My sister's piano? Stopped her lessons. Piano stayed covered.
Everyone whispered. Tiptoed. Held their breath.
All for me. Couldn't handle noise. Any noise could set me off.
Then Dad hit fifty-five.
Mom taped foam on everything. Every crack. Every window. Threw him a backyard party. Thought she'd covered it.
Nope.
Laughing. Glasses clinking. Drunk people screaming. Drilling into my skull anyway.
I curled up. Shaking. Couldn't breathe.
"Too loud. I can't—I CAN'T."
Door flew open. Dad came in. Getting ice maybe. Beer.
Saw me. His smile just died.
"It's quiet enough, Katie. We've been silent for ten years. Just one day. That's all I want."
"It's too much? Go find somewhere else!"
Slammed the door on his way out.
Music cranks up. Fireworks explode.
"BOOM! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOU—"
My vision blurs. Head's splitting. Gonna puke.
I looked around. Had to find somewhere. Anywhere.
Then I see it. Big chest freezer in the corner.
Thick walls. Heavy lid. Sealed tight.
Must be quiet in there.
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I can't breathe. Head's cracking open. Only one thought: quiet quiet quiet.
"Chug! Chug! Chug!"
"Fifty-five, buddy! Let's go!"
"Crank it up!"
I stare at the freezer. The big one Dad uses for his delivery stuff.
Then walk over. Put my hand on the handle. Just... stop.
I know. Cold as hell in there. Gonna hurt.
Then someone outside screams—laughing, wasted.
They're having fun. Don't wreck it.
So I pull. Hard. Freezing air smacks my face.
I climb in.
Hurts bad. Bags of frozen shrimp jabbing everywhere. Ice burning my skin.
But the quiet—God, the quiet's the best thing in ten years.
Thick walls block everything. I curl up tight. Finally breathe.
Then start shaking. Cold or relief, who knows.
Close my eyes. Stuff starts flashing.
Like ten years ago. Becca's six, standing by the piano bawling her eyes out, begging Mom to let her take lessons.
Mom gets down. "Sweetie, piano's loud. It'll bother Katie."
Becca wipes her face. Never asks again.
Grams gets sent to some care home across town. Used to sing her head off in the shower.
Gives me this long hug before she goes. "You be strong, sweetheart. I'm too loud for this house. I'll be fine."
After that, it's like someone sucks all the air out. Everything goes blurry.
My eyes won't stay open. I start dreaming. There's snow everywhere. I'm walking but it gets harder. Slower.
Freezing cold but I feel hot. I'm about to take my coat off.
Then I see her.
A lady made of light. Comes floating down.
"Katie, you lost?"
I look up. "Mom and Dad send you?"
She touches my head. "You've been through enough. Time to go somewhere better."
"So I can't go home?"
Maybe that's okay.
If I'm gone, they go back to normal. Be loud again.
Dad laughs. Mom works outside. Becca plays piano. Grams comes home, singing her song.
They're free.
Snow gets heavier. The lady picks me up. Warm. First time in ten years I feel okay.
No stabbing sounds. No trapped. Just quiet. Getting lighter.
Chapter 2
I float out of the garage.
Party's ending. Dad's at the gate, face all red, saying bye to people.
His buddy Mike claps him on the shoulder. "Tom, man. Ten years. Walking away from the shop for your kid..."
Dad brushes it off. "It's whatever. Katie's getting older. Maybe next year we open back up."
I float to the kitchen.
Becca and her friend Liv doing dishes.
"Where's your sister?" Liv asks.
Becca looks around. Makes sure I'm not there. Leans in.
"Who knows? Probably hiding, throwing a fit."
Liv blinks. "A fit?"
Becca laughs. Cold. "Come on. Think it's real?"
"She's just used to getting all the attention. Something doesn't go her way? Boom. Meltdown. And she knows it."
Her voice drops. "One time I'm playing piano in my room. Super quiet. She walks in and slams the lid down. Almost broke my fingers."
"I had to say sorry. They said I 'set her off.'"
Becca's voice cracks. "Sometimes I think she doesn't hate noise. She just loves having us all scared."
Liv says nothing. Becca wipes her eyes. "Whatever. At least Dad got one good day."
Mom comes out, sees Becca's red eyes. Whispers. "What's wrong?"
Becca shakes her head. "Nothing."
Mom sighs. "Look, I get it. This isn't easy on you. But Katie can't help being this way. Trust me, she'd give anything to be normal."
Becca's head jerks up. "You actually believe that?"
"She loves it. Everything in this house is about her. One look and everyone shuts up. And you're telling me she hates that?"
Mom stares. Opens her mouth. Closes it. Says nothing.
I float there, chest aching.
Remember the piano thing. Yeah, I slammed it. But it wasn't the noise.
Just a bad day. She was playing and it reminded me of when Mom used to teach me. Before.
I snapped. Didn't mean to hurt her. Just couldn't stop. Couldn't explain either.
So maybe Becca's right?
I'm floating here watching them whisper and bitch about me.
Yeah. I'm the problem. They'd be fine without me.
Late that night, everyone's gone. Dad passed out on the couch. Mom brings coffee.
Dad grabs her hand. Voice rough. "Linda... does it make me awful? When I saw Katie today... part of me was glad."
Mom freezes.
"Wanted her to feel it. What we've dealt with ten years. Just once."
He glances at my room. Relaxes when the door stays shut.
Mom's quiet forever. Then whispers, "Tom... sometimes I hate her."
Then covers her mouth. Tears come.
"Why can't it be something you can see? Something that doesn't trap us all?"
Her voice cracks. "And I hate that face she makes—like we're letting her down just by breathing."
Gets louder. Dad covers her mouth fast. Both stare at my door.
Make sure I didn't hear. Mom keeps going. "What kills me is this never ends. We die, Becca's stuck. No life. No family. Just Katie."
Her voice breaks. "I'm scared one day I'll just break. Lose it. Can't take that back."
Dad pulls her close. Both shaking. Crying with no sound.
I float next to them, want to say something.
Mom, it's okay. I already fixed it.
But nothing comes out.
Becca comes out. Tiptoeing. Does it without thinking now. "Should we check on Katie?"
Dad waves her off. "No. Let her deal with it. She needs to learn the world doesn't revolve around her. She'll be fine by morning."
Mom nods. "Exactly. Tomorrow we go back to normal. If she can't handle that... maybe it's time we look into those group homes. For all of us."
Becca stops. Then nods. Something like relief crosses her face.
"I'll get shrimp from the freezer. Liv wants me to come to a cookout tomorrow."
My soul jumps.
Yes! Go! Find me! Then you're free!
Mom stops her. "Not now. Late. Last thing we need is waking her up. All dead tired. Deal tomorrow."
Becca sits back.
I float there. Try pushing the door. Try making noise. Anything.
My hands just go through it all.
Just watch them go to bed.
I drift to the garage. Look at my body in the freezer.
When will they find me? Hope it's not too late. Don't want them seeing me all messed up.
But who cares if it's ugly? Long as they're okay after. Long as they get to be loud and happy.
My life for them getting free.
Worth it.
Chapter 3
Next morning, my parents sleep past nine. First time in forever.
Mom wakes up stretching. Smiling. "God, this is nice. Not sneaking around? We should've taken the day off ages ago."
Dad grins. "Right? Shop's closed today. Let her pout. She skips breakfast, she'll live. Maybe she'll finally get the message."
Mom stops. "You don't think that's mean?"
Dad shrugs. "Needs to be."
"Yesterday with all that racket she just hid in the back. No screaming. Didn't hurt herself. So she can deal when she wants to. She just chooses not to."
At breakfast, Becca asks about bringing me food.
Dad doesn't budge. "Nope. She gets hungry, she'll come out herself. We can't keep babying her."
Mom agrees. "The doctor said we're probably making it worse. She needs to learn."
All three talking normal now. TV's even on. Super quiet, but still—first time in forever.
I'm floating there watching them smile.
See? Better without me.
Around noon, someone calls about shrimp.
"Yeah, getting it now," Dad says. Goes to the garage.
Mom gets up. "I'll come. Wanna check what's left."
Then she stops. "Actually... should we open the shop again?"
Dad's eyes light up. "Seriously?"
Mom nods. "Katie's sixteen. Not a baby. Yesterday all that noise, she handled it. That's something. Can't freeze our lives forever."
"Plus, Becca's got college soon. That's not cheap."
They start walking faster. Getting excited.
"Open next month. Start small like before."
"Yeah. Run it normal. Yell at customers. Be loud."
"Katie gets good headphones. She'll deal."
I float next to them, watching their faces light up.
Then it hits me. They finally see a way out.
And I'm about to wreck it.
Try pushing them away. Hands just go through.
Dad's hand already on the doorknob.
He pushes the door. Mom is still talking.
"Really miss the old days. Yelling to sell fish, so alive."
Dad walks to the freezer, smiling.
"Yeah. Once Katie gets used to it—"
He opens the lid. Voice cuts off.
Inside, I'm curled up with frozen fish.
Body's stiff. Lips purple. Skin white like ice. Eyes half open. Staring at nothing.
