"*Shut up!*" I scream, covering my ears and running to my room. The tears fall down my cheeks as I collapse onto my bed.
I bury my face in the pillow, hoping to drown out the incessant whispers of his thoughts.
Outside, the wind howls and raindrops beat against the window, but inside, the hushed murmurs of his doubts seem louder. I know he thinks we were "meant to be" or whatever but I don't believe in that trash.
I've always scoffed at destiny and soulmates, yet here I am, haunted by his convictions.
I can't hear his thoughts anymore, only the dreams of my father.
I've always hated my stupid "superpower"- the ability to hear thoughts. It's more of a curse. Those thoughts, intrusive and unrelenting, suffocate my mind.
Every single day, they bombard me without mercy. Echoes of everyone and everything invading my sanity.
And they don't even know it.
I've tried to block them out, create a mental fortress, but nothing works. The walls I've built crumble under the weight of their voices, whispers slipping through every crack. I crave silence, a moment of peace from this relentless noise.
But peace remains ever elusive, just a dream I chase but never catch.
Sometimes, I wonder if it'd be easier if I just ran away, isolated myself somewhere remote, away from the constant hum of humanity.
But too many people would come looking for me.
That was plan Z.
I lay wide awake in my bed, staring at the ceiling.
So close, yet still so far.
My fathers dreams seep into my brain. He's dreaming of.... Mom.
Her beautiful smile.
Her amazing laugh.
The way she always gave them all riddles to solve.
She shook her head, shaking the dreams that weren't hers away.
"Not mine," she told herself quietly.
"Not mine," she repeated.
