Laughing

Have you ever been in a dark or empty room by yourself, and you hear that irritable ringing sound? That's me. My name is Laughing. Why Laughing, you ask? Well, let me explain.
It was a regular day, when I was a regular kid. My name was Alex. I was a regular 13 year old boy, and went to a public school like everyone else. A problem I had, however, was that I was deaf. I always heard nothing, except that one irritable sound that you hear in absolute silence. The ringing. First, I thought I was going crazy. But when I kept hearing it more and more, I knew it was something else. Something even more horrifying.
When I went to the doctor, they immediately took me and did a cat scan on my brain. Nothing was out of the ordinary, until they checked my ears.
I layed on a pedestal, the doctors swarming around the room, preparing for an extraction.
After a while, all but two doctors had left the room, and I was all alone with them. They said something, but it was too fast, so I couldn't read their lips.
I felt the tweezers enter my ear, then click against something hard inside of my skull. The tweezers bit down on the object, lightly pulling.
It felt as if the doctor was trying to extract my brain through my ear. I yelped in pain, and the tweezers slipped off of the object, rattling my skull. The doctor quickly wiped off the tweezers, accidentally smearing blood on his coat.
He said something to the other doctor, Who got a different set of tweezers.
The first doctor came back to my ear, and placed a towel under it. I could smell something sour and salty, which put a disgusted expression on my face.
This time, the doctor pulled harder. The pain was unbelievable. I felt the object make it's way to the entrance of my ear. I felt something else, too. Blood. Rushing down my neck and onto the towel.
With a sudden pull, the object came loose. The doctor hurried over to my other ear, and began pulling on another object.
After both of the objects were removed, gaws were inserted into my ears. I could still hear the ringing sound, but it was different somehow. The doctor placed two metal objects on a small platter, and came around to show me. Razor blades. Full of blood and raw flesh, freshly extracted from my ears.
For some strange reason, I felt a strong wave of humor. My body shook and shifted as I laughed.
This was not a normal laugh, the kind where you are full of relief. It was a psychotic laugh, one which made the doctors cringe and back away from the pedestal.
For some reason, I felt myself launch myself off of the thin mattress and onto the doctors. I grabbed for the razor blades in the dish, and aimed for his eye. A satisfying crunch rang out in the room as I struck his nose next.
With amusement in my eyes, I slit his throat. Blood gushed onto the second doctor's coat, making him scream in fear.
I decided to keep this one alive for a bit, taunting him with my laughter. The ringing sound in my ears was louder now, and the pain had went away. I finished off the final doctor, and stalked into the hallway.
As I walked down the street, I laughed. And then I realized, my laugh is what I was hearing. The razor blades in my ears had been preventing me from hearing anything else.
I tested out my new laugh, and laughed even more.
My name is Laughing.
And remember, the next time you hear that irritable ringing sound while alone in silence, that you are my next victim.