He was born abnormal, but his abnormality wasn't that of a monstrosity or eight-legged, crab-armed freaky. He merely had a reduced sense of hearing, but instead of treating it, his mother told them that it was a gift given to him and those around him.
"But only if it heals when he's older. Only then will it truly be a gift. For now, it'll be a gift of challenge to us and to our patience." It may have sounded like the dumbest thing a person would say, avoiding to treat a medical problem of her own son wherein the treatment and payment is already ready, but who knows, maybe it'll actually be the wisest thing for a kid to experience?
Years later, as the fireworks flooded the dark sky, signifying the entrance of the new year, his sense of hearing somehow fixed itself, just as his mother predicted.
Scared and confused, the next day, he began to see the beauty of hearing "normally". The loud bangs of the fireworks were frightening for those who were like him, but now, he could hear the chimes dancing each time someone opens the door in their house, or the birds tweeting lively in their neighborhood, and other simple noises that are essentially music to his ears, and no one else's.
"Ma, is this what you always wake up to?" he asked.
Her emotional mother shed a tear for her son's fortunate condition.
"Yes. To us, it's not that special or beautiful to listen to. But for you, who had a reduced sense of hearing all your life until now... oh, it just brings tears to my eyes to see how much beauty you must be hearing!" She said as she held him around her arms.
The next week, something... extremely abnormal happened.
{This was a recording of the suspect and the doctor assigned to her son's conversation before the suspect committed mass genocide, victimizing security staff and hospital personnel in her rampage.}
"Um, well, the reduced hearing was actually a side-effect of an unknown virus. First of its kind, Little Jimmy here has-"
"My name's not Little Jimmy."
"Of course, sonny. It was just an expression. Now, as I was saying, it was a virus, first of its kind. Recently looked into it just this morning because I was bored, so I was like, 'hey, why not check that kid with a reduced hearing's biodata?' and here we are."
"So only after 7.. and a half years.. IS WHEN YOU DECIDED THAT MY SON HAS A VIRUS SINCE BIRTH?? Okay, that's just bullpotty, and you know that!"
"'Bullpotty'?" The doctor was confused at first with the mother's mother jargon but immediately realized what she meant. "Oh, you mean 'bullshit', gotcha."
The boy look puzzled over the curse word.
"Not in front of the child!"
"Ma, what's 'bullshit'?" Asking innocently.
"Wow, thanks for wasting 7 and a half years of my child's life, twice."
"Well, that's what we do." The doctor replied. "It was a joke, don't worry. Although... I'm gonna need to run some tests on sonny here..." The child-friendly atmosphere quickly became ominous for the mother. "By the way," He said, creepily. "what was his name again?" He smiled.
"I won't let you touch my baby anymore." The mother said as she started to become delusional.
"What?" He asked.
"Let me touch him!" The doctor said in her hallucination.
"NEVER! HRAAAA-"
And you know how the rest played out.
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(Old/Cancelled) Oneshots!
Short Story(Old/Cancelled) "Let's make some stories, shall we?" This book consists of Oneshots! and Oneshot Series! that I found skipping, playing, and roaming around in an abstract place called, "My Thoughts", so you can be rest assured that no plagiarism h...
