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{Stalking}

Finally, I made it to the store and just as I got to the railing, the rain came.  I pushed my way to the door, struggling to get it open.

On the other side of the door was an older women. She looked to be in her mid 30's. Even as I struggled to keep the door open, she shoves her hands in her bag  pulling out a handful of chips and eat's it as she walks past me. I don't know why I expected her to actually come help me, chivalry is dead, It died along time ago along with respect and dignity. And it wasn't gonna change for a kid in a wheelchair.

I roll my eyes as she walks past me, though I don't think she even noticed. Her face was to far into her chips to notice anything. 

I'm not sure if thinking rude things is still considered as being rude considering I'm the only one who hears it.. At the time "dumb cunt" were the words In my head. But no one heard me so it doesn't matter, right? 

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I casually stroll down the isle, (About as casual as a kid with a squeaky ass wheel chair can be) when I feel a pat on my shoulder.

"Some of us can hear those dirty thoughts boy".

Startled, I turn back to see who's touching me and I'm a bit freaked out to find no one there. Chills run through my body as I grow slightly uncomfortable. I peek around the corner to see if maybe they were there but find nothing. I checked the second isle as well but still nothing.

 I forgot about it and went to the freezers to get milk.

It might have just been me being overly paranoid but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.

The rest of my shopping trip, I gave quick glances over my shoulder every now and then. And a few times when I did see some people, I couldn't help being jumpy. By the end of my spree, I was all bugged out. My eye was probably twitching and everything. I think strolling down the street just made it worse and I couldn't understand why.

Why does it bother me so much? All the women said was

"some of us c-"

That's when it hit me. I had actually heard the words. The person was behind me as they spoke and the last time I checked I was still deaf. But it sounded so real and I'm not sure I could have imagined it. Not with that much detail and the fact that the voice was distinct and the words still rung in my head. It was just so weird....

How did I not notice this before! I know I cant hear, I'm permanently deaf aren't I? I stop on the sidewalk straining to hear the sounds  around me. I watch as a car passes by me, seeing the silent tires crunch over unheard gravel... Nothing.

If I keep thinking about it, I'll only become more paranoid. So I concentrate on the concrete  blocks as I roll over them. Counting them, trying to avoid the cracks and bugs on the sidewalk.

It almost worked too, my mind was almost completely off of it when I hear it again. The same voice.

"Don't you wanna change?"

My muscles tighten and I began to push the wheels faster.

"What are you so scared of?"

I push faster and faster, I might as well have been in a race. A race to beat fear and paranoia.

The buildings flew by me and again, I hear her.

"I asked you a question!"

I begin to panic pushing faster as beads of sweat drip down my face. My body feels numb and my mind is reeling.

(This isn't real.)
(This isn't real.)
(This isn't' real!!!!)

Just then, I lose control of the wheels. My hand slips, sending me flying onto the hard pavement. I splash into a puddle and feels some of the groceries fly out of my lap and onto the ground and into the puddle with me. I struggle trying to wipe the mud and dirt from my eyes while trying to quickly retrieve all the fallen groceries.

"Do you-"

I throw my hands over my ears.

"NO! NO! SHUT UP LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!"

Everything becomes silent then. Completely, no speaking no knocking, nothing. And I'm slightly relieved but also not buying that its over. I didn't want to take my chances though. Quickly, I start picking up my things, throwing them and myself back into my chair.

I rush to my house again but not as fast. And this time, I make it all the way there.

Unlocking the door, I glance behind me several times. But when I open the door I'm startled to see my dad already standing there. He has his hand positioned like he's about to open the door but he pulls it back.

He looks me over, frowning and signs to me. Sadly I can't interpret it, so I don't understand what he's trying to say.

You see my dad is bad at sign language, he never learned the fill extent of it. He's got most of the basics down but that's about it.

He see's my puzzled look and puts up his finger telling me to wait as he turns to the table near the door, opening the cabinet where there's paper and pencils. He then jots something down and hands it to me.

wнy are yoυ all weт?
      ժօ վօմ աɑղԵ Եօ ςհɑղցҽ?

The last words hit me and I dropped the paper startled. On the floor I glanced at it again.

wнy are yoυ all weт?
yoυ should go geт cнanged

Now I know its not a mistake, someones messing with me and it needs to stop.

I look at my dad and nod making my way to the down stairs closet to grab clothes.

 Its a walk in closet if your wondering. Kinda funny ain't it?  I like to joke with my mom about it sometimes.

I wheel in, turning on the light and shutting the door.

(Who are you, what do you want?)

The light flickers.