"I'm a telepath"

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This is a kinda weird AU, but I liked it and I really hope you do too.

You'll see that it's kinda like at some points the rest of the characters (except Ken, and especially Kojiro) were reading the fic too.

Wordcount: 4412


Wakashimazu's POV:

I am a telepath.

Maybe it's a bit bald as a description, but there isn't much more to know about me.

Since I have memory, I've been able to communicate my thoughts to people without the need of uttering words or even moving my mouth. It sounds cool, I know, and it would probably be if I could at least control it. The thing is that, not only can't I read other people's minds, but I can't choose who hears my thoughts either. They sound, they just sound like a whisper for everyone close enough to hear.

Movies and books always talk about quirks, about amazing powers, but real life isn't as merciful, at least it wasn't with me. A thousand times I have wished to be like those superheroes– or like a normal person, but I am still waiting. I wouldn't have wasted as many afternoons in detention for insulting a teacher or a classmate.

It's not easy to live with this... curse, to call it by a name. Always muttering to myself. People think I'm a freak, that I'm crazy. Even my parents thought so when my childhood "imaginary friends" started becoming worrying as I grew older, only because I couldn't keep them hidden as everyone else does. I have gone to more psychologists and psychiatrists than you can count with a hand. I used to tell them my problem, but that only bore out their theory on my madness, so I stopped telling them. I didn't want to take the schizophrenia pills, I'm not crazy, I'm not. Well, at least I think so, but I guess every mad person says that, so a time arrived when I wasn't sure anymore. I looked at myself in the mirror, I look at myself every time, but I can't find anything wrong with me, nothing but that curse. I found out how it works, it's not my fault, I am not crazy, I am not.

When I learned that neither my parents nor any doctor could help me, I tried looking for answers myself. No one on the internet seemed to have the same problem. The best thing I found was in a book about Buddhist philosophy. It called my attention because it talked about shutting up the "inner voice", and I thought it suited my cause. Since then I got into meditation, and it was the best remedy I could find to go through the school day without saying something I shouldn't. It's still hard to control my thoughts though. I can only do it for a while, and it requires too much focus, no matter how good I got at it.

The only other remedy I found is to isolate myself or to do something that requires all of my focus. At home, I spend most of the time in my room. It worries my parents, but listening to me "mutter" to myself worries them even more. And at school... well, school is just hell. First of all, I'm failing all my classes, which doesn't help my reputation. In the exams, I either get failed for "talking", or I manage to shut up my thoughts but then I'm unable to write a thing. For the rest of the school time, I immerse myself in music or drawing, which helps me clear my mind. I also spend a lot of time reading, for some reason it doesn't look as bad to read "out loud".

That's basically what I do, and what I'm doing right now, with a book in the loneliest corner I found-

"Hey, Wakashimazu!"

Oh yeah, there's one more thing.

When I moved to the school I'm currently in, five years ago, I met Kojiro. He introduced me to football and let me play as a goalkeeper in his team. I love football. It's the only thing I can say I'm not bad at, and when I'm in the goal, focused on the game, my thoughts mute themselves as they don't with anything else.

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