Invisible Voice

I need advice on this one. I'm not sure if I should continue it. If it sounds like something you want to read more of let me know. If not tell me to trash it. I don't know what to think about this one. I've been thinking about the idea for a long time now and this came out last night. What should I do??

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I sat perfectly still not wishing to disturb the silence that was growing in the room. Never before had I felt the urge to speak as I did now, but since I was to follow orders I could not bring myself to speak. It was impossible, needless to say, that I could go against the orders of the great man that sat directly in front of me. He had all but raised me in this hole I called home and never once had I been allowed to speak. Master was what I was to call him. God is what he professed to be. I didn't believe in such a thing as a god. It seemed highly unlikely that a god could exist and leave me down in the depths of this great hole. The urge to speak grew stronger as the silence grew thicker. The silence had become more than just a thing of the mind. It was now a being. A man who roamed the halls and came to call on every meeting the Master had with me. Silence became my constant companion.

This is the story of my life. It may seem cliche, the story of a life, but this is all I have to offer. Being taught to write was the only thing the Master allowed. He agreed that if I was not allowed to speak, I should at least be able to write. Or, maybe that was Silence talking, for this is not written with fine ink on pressed paper. No, it is not worth the expense or pleasure. I am not. This is not written in the finest hand, but it is written from the soul that Silence says lives within my heart. On the stone walls of my tomb I carve these words, in hopes that one day someone will find me and know of my voice.

Silence told me not long ago, that the Master was failing. His hair was silver and thin. His body strong yet brittle. He had worked so hard and created so little. Maybe this was his goal all along. To create the perfect chamber in which to hide. The vast workings of this underground cavern were immense in structure and size. Tunnels led their way around like a maze, spreading like a spider's web. Even as I write I come to understand that the Master has people down here, boys and girls just like me. They build the tunnels. They can talk. One found me yesterday. He was tall, his eyes shown like emeralds under the clear blue of the ocean after a storm. His hair was dark and ruffled. He was the first person I had ever met. He said his name was David. He had been down here for almost three years. He said that the Master had taken him long ago from a small village. He is let out one day a year to visit the place he once called home. He said that the Master killed his parents. I don't know how, but I believe him.

How I wish for his return. He promised he would return, but I could not ask for I must not speak. The Master has been in the tunnel by my room all day and I fear that my days are soon at an end. Silence sadly agreed with me. But Silence also said something else. Something that stuck with me... Silence said that even the most invisible man has a voice and can be heard. Silence said to speak.