Silently Noisy

Chapter 1
I grew up without the ability to talk.

I couldn't walk, either. Well, not very well. Nobody knew why, but I hobbled everywhere I went. Then I was cured from that. And boom, out came yet another injury.

Not days after my muzzle had healed, I was learning how to talk when it happened.

I was also 49.

It happened. What happened? Well, it recommended a dating site to me. A ''dating site. ''Should I politely decline? The offer seemed disbelieveable. Who would send such a thing in the first place? I mean, seriously.

Still, I checked it out. I created an account and was soon absorbed into other fox's beauty and cleverness. It was amazing the single foxes that gathered on this site and played, played, played.

I dated one girl, Nala, for a while. Then I dumped her and moved on to Stephanie and Sage. I then dumped Stephanie after learning her true identity and moved on to Sage. Once Sage heard about it, she got angry. When she didn't dump me, however, I knew she was the one.

We figured out we both went to the same college. We had similar if not same interests, and we were equal in braininess and both liked to say almost the exact same things. Whereas one thought they made something up, the other would repeat it like they'd heard it all their life.

Sage didn't mention- well, usually, anyway- my legs. Or my hard ability to speak, as I was still learning. She fell in love with me and I fell in love with her. You'd think all my problems would be solved after I had 3 beautiful kits. But no, because that was just the start.

Chapter 2
One of my born foxes died at the young age of 9. Nine years since her birth and the earth had already swept her away to the clouds.

Soon, Sage got extremely sick. I got worried, which made her anxious, which made me nervous for her health, which made her even more sad. I stopped visiting her and when she got herself back together, one day she seemingly just decided to pack her bags and head out.

"Where are you going to?"

"Away from here!" She whipped around and screamed. "I used to wake up to you at my bedside! Then I'd fall asleep with nobody there!"

"I was only trying to help soothe your sorrow."

"You made me feel better when you were there beside me!" She had another screaming rage of mixed-up words before she left. As I figured, it wasn't long before she returned. I looked up from my newspaper, tears filling my eyes. Fake, of course, but confusing.

"That's what you do while I'm gone?" She asked.

Again, I thought she'd erupt into another match, but she didn't. She pulled out her cigarette and smoked, the sick smoke filling her lungs and the air. It wasn't long before she had a coughing phase. I ripped it out of her hands. She growled.

I threw it in the trash. That night, she stood outside doing the same thing. I took it from her and threw it off the balcony. It shattered coldly onto the hard patio and was gone. Smoke didn't rise; which meant it wasn't still lit. Either that or it burned out.

Her glare pierced my soul, but I didn't leave her alone. Everyday, whenever I spotted her with it, I ripped it from her hands and threw it away. One night, she went to the bar. I saw her playing poker with her friends and drinking way too much alcohol. With a final tug, it spilled over her shirt.

She screamed at me, her fox-like traits suddenly just like the pool of whiskey at her paws.

Chapter 3
She left this time and didn't come back, probably busy dying in the wild.

But no, I was wrong. She actually killed someone. I saw her name on the news and she was in jail. Once I went to visit her. She pounded against the screen, threatening to kill me. Guards pulled her away as she flailed and tossed wildly, screaming curses at me.

I never came back, possibly sensibly.

Her bad habits led to her turning crazy. She definitely wasn't the same fox I married. All the while this was going on, I was juggling taking care of my kids and now, work.

Eventually, I couldn't handle it. But it was anything but lucky that later, my other child died. Only at age 11, too. The other was lonely and one day, got lost. We never found him, no matter how much the police searched. But I was desperate to remarry by this point.