Shhh..... I can hear you

Voice 2

With a toothbrush hanging from his mouth, Josiah desparately grasps onto the bathroom basin for dear life, fighting the voices away. Whispers and screams collide in harmonious calamity.

A knock on the door could be heard. "Dear, are you okay? Is everything alright in there?" A voice that was actually good to hear. 

"I'm okay mum. Don't worry." Josiah managed to weakly answer.

It was silent for a minute. "Okay then, my baby. Just to say that I prepared your medication." And with that, it was silent once again.

The young boy spits the remaining toothpaste that was dripping down his chin. Medication. Those perscription drugs that his parents had to pay that resolved less than a percentage of his condition were a waste, but he had no choice.

Splashing his face with ice-cold water and vigorously rubbing it with a scratchy towel, he raises his arms to his head and ferociously messes up his hair. Stepping out from the bathroom he hears an echo of footsteps, more likely his dad heading to the office to work on his cases and paperworks as he works as an agricultural lawyer. Most things he did was give useful advice and large support to land and pesticide infestations.

The young boy couldn't help but think what his life could have been without all the hardships he's gone through. His condition. His family state. Maybe if he had none of that, he would have a glimmer of hope for an opportunity of proper public education and could potentially work just like his father. Just to have a normal and decent upbringing without having to have medication shoved down his throat everyday. The skies the limit.

But he can't. He is his own limit. His own restriction. Coming back to his senses, Josiah descended down the rermaining stairs and directed into the kitchen where a bowl of cornflakes and jug of milk was placed on the table. Right next to them were the medication he had to take.

Reluctantly, he poured the milk into his bowl of flakes, hearing the bottle go 'glug glug glug'. Spoon after spoon being fed, he was just a few swallows from drinking his meds.

Until a confident knock resonated from the main door. Josiah felt confused. He wondered who could it be, but however, he wouldn't know as he didn't really know anyone from the 'outside' world.

His mother wasn't answering the door so he immediately thought that she stepped out to get groceries as her wallet and car keys were missing from the little box that contained the keys and wallets etc. And his father was in the midsts of his work.

With his anxiety brewing rapidly in his stomach, he had no choice but to open the door that has been knocking for a little too much. With an accelerating speed of his breathing he opens the door, coming face to face to the knocker.

Standing in front of him was a girl with winsome braids, thick and graceful. She was about 4 inches smaller but she held her head high. In her hand was a tupperware box full of what looked like cupcakes.

Due to lack of communication to people other than his parents, doctor and consultant, he was unable to have  steady conversational skills and then therefore was just staring at the ground in front of him.

"Excuse me." the young girl call out.

He didn't move an inch.

"I said excuse me." she repeated once again.

With the tiniest amount of annoyance, it was enough for him to look directly into the face of the mystifying girl who was clicking her tongue in a waiting matter.

"I just moved next door and my mum made me make cupcakes to greet our neighbours." she casually started the chat.

Beady-eyed and still quiet, the teenager's only movement was to take the tupperware, no words exchanged. Without any warning, a penetrative headache flooded expeditiously and the voices once agian made an unwanted comeback.

Quivering forward in pain while grasping his head, painful cries escaped. The young girl was left in shock and panic, automatically putting the responsibility onto herself to tend to her endangered neighbour.

She swiftly grabbed his arm and shoved him into the house onto a chair where she guessed she was in the living room area. Flustered at the present state, she had no idea what to do. 

Pulling out her phone, she was about to dial 999 asking for help when a hand stops her from pressing the last 9 in. A pleading, shaking head was all she need to know as she glanced at the in-pain boy.

"What are you doing?" she freaked out as he started to head for the stairs, only for her to be ignored. In his attempt of clammering to his room in desparation, she hauled him up the stairwell and guided him to what she thinks is his room.

Collapsing down on his bed, Josiah buried his head deep into his pillows in a high shriek. Many things ran through her mind in what she was witnessing.

Glancing at her watching, it had been 10 minutes since she brought young Josiah into his room and up till now is when he begin to cool down from his truamatizing frenzy.

"Uhm... excuse me?" the young girl cautiously ask, "Are you okay?"

Josiah, breathless to say anything, just glanced in her direction with no emotion.

"Fine then. I guess this is our treatment for each other from now on." She irritatedly state and head for the bedroom.

"Thank you."

She halted. "Pardon?" and turns, "What did you say?"

"I said thank you." Josiah spoke louder and she stepped forward towards him.

"So you do speak." she blurted. "Not like I though you had a speech impediment or anything." she quickly added.

He responded with an awkward nod and stared at his dark warm blue curtains that drape his windows.

"I am sorry, I should leave now." the girl utter and once again stand and makes her way for the door.

"Name." was all he responded with.

She turned back.

"Your name." he monotonely spoke.

"Tiwa." she pronounce. "Yours?"

"Josiah."