Minds Link Love

Listening For A Voice

(Okay... One more chapter, then I go to bed. Or... Two. Or... Three. Or...  until six o'clock dings! But what wattpadian ever goes to bed? If one does, I'd consider them the wattpadian of the year. No one gets sleep here, it's rare if you do.)

Wpov

I have been in New York my whole life. My father, mother, and sister have been right beside me the whole time. They say, "yours is out there! If they weren't, you'd be deaf. And are you deaf? Nope, so they're out there." Which didn't make me feel any better. My sister had hers, my mother and father had each other. I have... No one.

I am alone. At school I am mostly the kid who's looks as if I was the 'strong-silent' type. Which I was actually talkative, just not at school. I've never found him/her. And yes, I'm bi. So I don't care whether it's a girl or boy, I'd love them either way. I have tried many times to contact them through our mind think, but it wasn't strong enough.

Mind links were like phones for two lovebirds, even before you both know you're lovebirds. If you two have already met, the the connection on the phone would be strong and you can contact your lover at anytime. But if you've never met them, it was super rare to be able to contact them. Only one person had ever done that.

His name was Octavian, but I think he and his boyfriend were fine. As long as they left me alone, they can you screw eachother the bathrooms. And yeah, he was like to have met his at all even. Octavian, he was just a plain-right-out-of-the-asylum-bitch. Excuse my language, but it's true. His boyfriend was just as mean and shitty as him. Again, excuse my language. His boyfriends name is Nathan, or Natty (as people like to call him behind his back). (If anyone got the reference: Natty, you are an even more awesome person than I thought!)

Okay, I'm getting off track here. Back to my life. I walk around school everyday, trying to find someone that I can just 'click' with. That's how it worked. When you find your lovebird, you end up having a click or type of connection with each other. Either a love-love connection, a love-hate connection, a hate you-love you too connection or a hate-hate connection. When it ended up as a hate-hate, either one of them goes suicide or they both go. That's how it worked. I don't make the rules.

But no one. No. One. N-O O-N-E. Not a single person at school. I was popular, kinda. And I was looking at the low life's of tomorrow, for a chance. But still. No one. And I'll be forever alone. Alone is a world, where I'll end up dying or my lover before we meet. Then one of us will have a world without sound. But I have to try.

I have to try and listen. Listen for if my lover calls. There is a very slight chance. But what if they can't reach me, just like I can't reach them? Oh, so much could be wrong. Only meeting my lover will help me answer those questions. I'm listening for a voice that can't speak. Go, my little soldier. Try, try, and try again to get through to me, as for I am trying to same. My little soldier must speak to me, when we are in a world that can't speak. I will be doing one thing always:

Listening for a voice that can't speak.