Crash! The noise rang through my ears as I sat in the basket, chewing on some animal crackers I brought down. It was a bad rain, with a tornado watch being sent to every device we owned. Faye, my little sister, was holding onto the teddy bear she brought. My mom and grandma were talking about what we would do if it got worse and better, while I had no one to talk to but the sounds of rain pouring outside.
I awoke in a sweat as thunder crashed outside. Small memories, big impact... I think to myself, wiping the tears from my eyes. It had been a year or so since the storm, but I can't get over how loud it was. Loud noises are my kryptonite. I look around and see the power went out. "Phenomenal." I whisper as I see a flash of light through my curtains, illuminating the room.
I got out of bed and put my glasses on, then walked to my door and cautiously opened my door. I notice the camera turn on and walk to see what time it was, as my room does not have a clock. "Five o'clock." I say out loud. I hear loud crashes outside and cover my ears, starting to cry. I ran back to my room to find my earplugs, I couldn't in the dark so I turned the light on and looked for my snowy white earplugs.
At last I found them! Putting them in, I turned my light off and sat on the bed, faintly hearing the thunder and wind. I was delighted! I've never been a fan of loud noises and never will be, but as long as I have my earplugs, I'm ok with it.
I can't hear anything as I look around my room, searching for anything out of the ordinary. I saw my cat and picked him up. About an hour later, I thought the storm was done, so I took my earplugs out. As soon as they were out a loud thud came from above me, my ears hurt as I started to cry again, afraid for the worst to come.
I was sitting at my desk when I was called to the hall, due to another late work of mine. The teacher was fed up with my constant disruptive behavior, he told me to sit down in the hall and screamed at me to stare at the wall. Both my hearing and sight were affected due to that. I stared at the wall for an hour and a half, and he was one foot away from my ears when he screamed.
I recall how my hearing was disrupted by his loud voice and how loud noises scare me. I have always wondered, is this a rational fear? I may not know, but I walked out of my room to be greeted by my mom, the storm was done but it woke everyone up. I told her about my dream and what happened. She reassured me it was just a memory and I wouldn't be screamed at again.
