I pulled away from him and turned to the
window again...
The man was gone.
"Is the scout alright?!"
"I... let's just get to the camper..."
I muttered holding myself, digging into my
scarf.
"Let's hurry, maybe scout's just a little
homesick...?"
He turned to me and I nodded, going
deeper into my scarf.
Heavy headed back onto the road.
I was so embarrassed....
I want to jump out the window.
I turned down my hearing aid just so I
didn't have to hear them and just be with
My own dumb thoughts....
It'd all be worth it once I got to see...
💓 Ms. Pauling! 💓
I heard nothing much but kept feeling
tapping, I just thought they were bugging
Me still I felt someone touch my hearing
aid.
"OI WHO THE FUCK TOUCHED MY AID!"
I turned it up before I covered my ear.
"Sorry mate... but you didn't respond to the
tapping."
"We've went ova this! You can touch my
hair, my arms, everything but my aid and
my lower half!"
"Well we're here..."
"PERFECT! BYE HEAVY!"
I grabbed my shit and walked to the
Camper.
"Hey civilian...."
I slouched in the Sealand buckled.
"Alright let's get this party started!"
He opened the mini fridge and tossed a
beer at me.
I grabbed it and he sat down with a juice
box.
"What are you a child?"
"No brookie, unlike you I'm responsible
and won't drink and drive."
"You know I'm not from Brooklyn.... right?"
I turned to him.
"I'm Boston...."
"You have a Bronx accent..."
He said looking at me confused.
"Yeah.... but I'm a Boston boy..."
I said cringing at him.
He turned away and popped in a CD.
Paul Anka's put your head on my shoulder
played.
I looked at him and just looked away as I
sipped on the can of beer... some bonk
Would have been nice...
"Hey rookie..."
"Oh, what you don't wanna use brookie
anymore?"
He sighed
"Rookie... are... are we ever gonna talk ab-"
"No..."
"Look I get why not but... why do you
always turn the subject away..."
"Because we both agreed we'd NEVER talk
about it again..."
"Did you.... did.... i?... i.... shit...."
He threw his head back a little, his eyes still
On the road.
"Is it cause of paul-"
"YES OKAY?!"
I shouted slamming my hand against the
side of the car looking at him.
He seemed startled and looked back to the
road again.
YOU ARE READING
Auditory Hallucinations TF2
Mystery / Thrillerscout was born with the ability to hear things, special things. slowly but surely these auditory hallucinations turn into visual hallucinations. slowly he's going insane, going Berserk... slowly resulting to his original ways... his unhealthy ways...
