I started to manipulate people.
What? It's not like everyone has this power.
I told myself it's for my own benefit.
I used the information I got from them to get something that I wanted.
While I was talking to the person on the field, I noticed a few glares from the guys who bully me.
I've been doing this a few days but have they caught on?
Will they seek answers?
Worst of all, will they beat me up really badly?
They started walk towards me.
Oh no.
*Awakes*
I look up towards the white ceiling.
I have a gut feeling that there is something wrong.
I can't here the heart monitor...
Am I dead?
No?
Oh of course I'm not. I'm not mad - Or am I?
I noticed a doctor at the end of my bed. He was talking to me.
But yet again! I couldn't hear anything.
This stupid, unforgiving, piece of garbage, body of mine!
Is this is what lifehas come to?
Laying in an ICU, off my head, untouchable and alone in my own head.
The psychiatrist came in as I sat up into a comfortable position.
Fine, Ill talk to this guy.
But wait, I can't.
Ha! Sucker!
I smirked at myself and he looked at me, questioning me I assume.
It's not like I can talk anyway. Unless I can again.
I shall give it ago when my hearing comes back.
I started to feel woozy.
Not again. I have only been awake for five minutes.
What's in store for me next?
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Silence
Short StoryI feel the pressure consume me. My memories are broken. I can't trust anyone, even if I try to. Something is off, I can't control my own actions anymore. Can I put my memories back together like a puzzle or am I hopeless? Am I going to stay like th...
