The turning point

The immense silence of that moment was the breath drawn between two ruptures. The aftermath of a scream that had once shattered a silence of its own. The louder the scream became, the more devastating the silence that followed. And now, in the space between two upheavals, she was breathing once again. With the repetition of a lifetime's breaths, suspended between death and life, suffocating beneath the gathering force of yet another beginning, it was making its way toward another scream incident.